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June 16, 2025 at 01:11 PM
Itβs quiet here
in this space where my ribs hold silence
like a fading hymn that no one remembers the words to
my hands tremble not from pain
but from the weight of being the only one
left to hold myself together
I smile in mirrors like Iβm trying to convince
a stranger not to leave
but the eyes...they always know.l
they always know
healing is not a choir, itβs a solo.l
one note stretched too long
on days that don't know when to end
people clap for scars
but never sit through the stitching
they want the before and after
not the screaming middle
and so I lay with my wounds
like an unwanted love letter
opened too late to reply
I talk to walls now
they donβt judge
they echo
but they never lie
some days I bleed in invisible ink
on pages no one will read
other days, I forget how to speak
the language of the unbroken
but still
I stay
I stitch
I breathe
and in this aching solitude
I become mine again
not whole
but honest
and maybe thatβs enough
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