I have spent so long
arranging my edges
into something acceptable
folding the louder parts inward
like paper pressed
too many times
to remember its shape
I learned to smile in ways
that don’t disturb the air
careful
measured
quiet
as if joy itself
might be too much
for rooms that prefer
their silence intact
I became fluent in shrinking
in softening the places
I once spoke from
turning volume into hesitation
and truth into something
easier to swallow
yet something inside me held on
through every quieting attempt
resisting the pull of silence
that sought to erase me
in those depths
I found my flame
and it refused to be dimmed
Tag Archives: pain
Light
the walls whispered
what mouths would not
truth
a fragile thing
tucked beneath rugs
folded into corners of
smiles that never
reached the eyes
love came with conditions
laughter sharpened at the edges
we wore masks
even in the mirror
the house was warm
but hollow
a stage lit for peace
while the ceiling cracked
above quiet wars
still I grew
bent but growing
bruised but breathing
lies build walls
not homes
so I walked out
not with anger
but a quiet vow
to build with truth
to live where the air is honest
and nothing hides behind
the light
Listen
there were so many times
I held my words back
thinking maybe
they would matter to you
thinking you’d hear them and understand
but you never did
now all I have
are the words I never said
the things I thought
might change your mind
but you never cared enough to listen
I wish I had said more
not to win your attention
but to free myself from the silence
maybe then
I would have realized sooner
that it wasn’t my words you needed
it was your own willingness to listen
House of secrets
in the house of secrets
silence was its own language
the walls whispered stories
only shadows understood
and every locked door
guarded a piece of someone
you’d never fully know
we grew up there
speaking in half-truths
and learning to walk lightly
love was there
though it wore a mask
soft enough to hold you
but always just out of reach
by the time we left
we carried the secrets with us
stitched into our skin like old scars
we never spoke of them
but in every glance
we knew
My reflection
I catch glimpses of myself
little fragments in the mirror
I see someone
both familiar and strange
the face holds stories
some clear
some blurred
and others yet to be told
there’s a comfort
in the known lines
a restlessness
in the unfamiliar shadows
my reflection changes as I do
revealing not just who I’ve been
but hints of who I might become
every single glance
asks me the same silent question
are you the person you thought you would be
A thousand burdens
parts of her still live
within that house
where stale smoke
still lingers in every corner
like a hazy memory
those thin walls
conceal all her secrets
from the prying eyes
of the world
old dirty floorboards
hold all her tears
that she counts
one by one
inside the grooves
that they live in
it’s the weight
of a thousand burdens
that keep her chained there
and all she can do now
is close her eyes
and remember
she doesn’t live there anymore
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