There are things we carry in silence....whole conversations that never happened, emotions we never gave a name, and people we never truly let go of. Somewhere between what we feel and what we say, a space opens up. That space is where poetry begins.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how much of our lives are shaped by what remains unsaid. We smile when we want to cry, we nod when we want to scream, and we move on when all we want is to stay a little longer. And in doing so, we become quiet versions of ourselves, rehearsed and restrained.
But the truth is, words don’t disappear just because we swallow them. They live inside us changing shape, becoming weight. Sometimes they become poems. Sometimes they become sleepless nights. And sometimes they just stay there, waiting for the right moment to surface.
Writing, for me, is a way to give voice to those silences. It’s not about being perfect or profound. It’s about being honest. Vulnerability is not weakness it’s the most human thing we can offer to the world.
So today, I wrote, not for applause but because I had to. Because there was a storm in my chest and the only way out was through words.
If you’re reading this, and you’re carrying your own unspoken truth write it down. Whisper it. Sing it. Set it free. You don’t have to make sense. You just have to be real.
That is enough.