️ Hollow Sacrament — A Poem of Love, Loss, and the Vanishing Self

Some sacrifices are not heroic — they are invisible, unspoken, and slow. We give ourselves in pieces, one kindness at a time, until what remains is a shell — holy in gesture, but hollow in truth.

Hollow Sacrament is the story of such a sacrifice.

Of a soul that dissolved in the name of love,

of a spirit that sang lullabies to its own undoing.

It is not a poem of bitterness — but of reckoning.

Not of blame — but of clarity.

And perhaps, a whisper of release.

Here is a glimpse:

I shaped a self, but found no flesh, no bone,

Only in fragments — fractured, falsely free.

This is the price of being everything for someone —

while forgetting to remain anything for yourself.

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Let this poem be a lantern in your dark places.

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