Silent Echoes
I see, I feel, I die to tell,
But I know if I do, it will be worse than hell.
So I stitch my lips with fragile thread,
Swallow the words that beg to be said.
I smile where the cracks run deep,
Laugh so they won’t hear me weep.
I hold my weight with careful hands,
Afraid to fall, afraid to land.
Each time I whispered, dared to trust,
They walked away, left me in dust.
A fleeting glance, a fading voice,
A lesson learned—I had no choice.
So now I wear a quiet veil,
A hollow ghost, too soft, too pale.
Not strong, not weak, just standing still,
An empty room, an iron will.
I see, I feel, I die to tell,
But silence now is where I dwell.
~ Sara D. Aars
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