🖋️ The Weight I Carry in Silence 🖋️

 🖋️The Weight I Carry in Silence🖋️

There’s a storm inside, but no sky to cry,

A voice unheard, though I whisper why.

I walk through days with a silent ache,

Smiling with lips my heart would fake.

I wear this mask — soft, composed,

But deep within, the pain enclosed.

Not loud enough for the world to see,

Yet heavy enough to bury me.

I try to speak, but the words retreat,

Like tides that vanish beneath my feet.

Not for lack of trust or love,

But fear — that no one’s enough.

What if I’m too much to hold?

What if my story’s too heavy, too cold?

So I stay quiet, day by day,

Letting my soul slowly drift away.

But even silence has its weight,

And hearts weren't made to suffocate.

So here's a thought — gentle, true:

You're not weak for feeling blue.

The mind may whisper, "Bear it alone,"

But healing begins the moment you’ve shown

Kindness to yourself — a touch, a breath,

A pause between the noise and death.

Write it down. Sing it out.

Cry if you must, scream or shout.

The cage will open, not with a key,

But with the courage to simply be.

So I share this not to be saved,

But to remind the buried, the brave:

You’re not alone in feeling alone,

There’s a quiet strength in the unknown.

🌿 Closing Thoughts🌿

We don’t always need a savior, just space.
Sometimes, healing begins not in answers — but in expression.
If this feels like you, let this be your mirror.
You are allowed to feel, to break, and to rise again.