I am the culmination of everything left unsaid,
past, present, and the shape of what is coming.
Uncertainty lives quietly
among all that pretends to be certain.
I understand now
I walk this life in silence,
because only I can hear
the truth circling inside my restless thoughts.
I want to scream.
I want to shout.
But who would truly listen?
So I keep walking.
In silence,
each step pressing deeper
into a soul that fractures softly —
a sound only it can hear.
It hears the words
I wish the ones I love could hear.
I know how to love.
I am still learning
how to be loved.

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