I used to tremble when she was near.
At the end of the day -
when her back turned,
when the air got too quiet,
when I'd run out of words to keep the weight from crushing us both.
She never asked why.
Maybe she thought I was cold.
But it was the opposite.
I was burning.
Silently.
Completely.
And now,
tonight,
I tremble again.
Not because she's here -
but because I finally let go
of everything I was gripping in the name of love.
I spoke.
Not to win her.
Not to fix us.
But to finally
stop bleeding in silence.
This shaking -
it's not weakness.
It's the sound of truth
leaving my bones.
It's the echo
of everything I held in
just to keep her from seeing
how much I felt.
I am not dying.
I am opening.
I am still here.
And I am free.
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Author:
Sigmund Gilbert (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2025 11:29
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Comments1
I love the way this poem left the ending open for interpretation and whether it was to divulge love or to let go of it remains the reader's choice. Well worded and metered for each thought to sink in before moving on to the next it was well paced. Nicely done
Thank you. I tried my best and it came across!!
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