The Door That Pulled Me In, and the Happiness I Left for You✍️ PoemThe hospital door pulled me inside,Not with force, but with fate’s quiet call.I stood there carrying unfinished prayers,While your laughter lived somewhere else, untouched by it all.Here, time does not count hours,It counts breaths—one after another.May the feast of happiness belong to your destiny,Even if mine stays hungry, silent, and sober.If pain must choose a shoulder to rest
đŋ The Door That Pulled Me In, and the Happiness I Left for You ✍️ Poem The hospital door pulled me inside, Not with force, but with fate’s quiet call. I stood there carrying unfinished prayers, While your laughter lived somewhere else, untouched by it all. Here, time does not count hours, It counts breaths—one after another. May the feast of happiness belong to your destiny, Even if mine stays hungry, silent, and sober. If pain must choose a shoulder to rest upon, Let it be mine—no complaint, no plea. Let my waiting become the price I pay, So your smile never learns how to flee. đą Introduction Not all love stands in the light. Some love waits outside hospital doors. The line “The hospital door pulled me in; may your happiness be fed by your destiny” speaks for countless unheard lives—those who accept pain quietly so someone else can continue smiling. This is not a poem of complaint. It is a poem of acceptance, sacrifice, and silent blessing. In a world that rewards visibi...