Some wounds come loudly.

Others arrive without a sound.

Severed, Yet Standing speaks of the second kind — the quiet turning away that leaves you standing in a room that no longer holds you.

But the poem refuses self-pity.

It ends not in longing, but in iron.

There is a dignity in surviving what was meant to undo you.

Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 27th: https://alkonda.com/2026/02/27/severed-yet-standing/