Echoes and Empty Spaces
I’ve been hurt, so maybe I’ve hurt others.
I’ve been lied to, so maybe I’ve lied too.
I’ve wasted years on people who stopped caring.
I’ve remembered people who forgot me.
I’ve suffered at the hands of those who said they loved me.
I’ve held on when I should have let go.
I’ve given my time, my trust, my heart
to empty spaces and quiet echoes.
So can you blame my silence?
I step back because I need to breathe.
I retreat because the world has shown me
that love can vanish, and words can break.
I am not perfect.
I am not always strong.
I am not always right.
But I am me, still standing,
still trying to make sense of all this.
And even if you don’t understand me,
even if no one does,
I will hold my voice
until I am ready to speak again.
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life is full of self-paced lessons. Take your time.
Yes it is. 👍🏻
A lovely write where life is not to be understood but lived. It is enough to understand oneself. A lovely write
Yes & Thank you 🙏🏻
You are most welcome Petra
You are yourself as we all are Petra. I have a philosophy in life "If you don't like what you see in me that is not my problem, it is yours."
Andy
Petra, this is scarred yet unbroken. The quiet echoes, the silence chosen for breath, the confession of not being perfect...all of it comes together as strength in its truest form. Honest, vulnerable, and beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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