I learned the weight of silence the day my name stopped echoing back to me,
the day I realized even my own thoughts no longer answered with kindness.
Morning still arrives like an obligation it never agreed to abandon,
spilling light across the world with no concern for those who cannot carry it.
I carried love carefully, as if tenderness were a fragile promise made of glass,
believing that if I held it gently enough, the world might finally be gentle in return.
But the world has a habit of mistaking softness for permission,
and it took everything I offered without ever asking how much I had left.
They say time heals, but time only taught me how to function while hollow,
how to smile with my lips while my chest quietly learned the shape of collapse.
I miss the version of myself who did not measure every breath for survival,
who did not rehearse courage before getting out of bed each morning.
Loneliness learned my routines, memorized my voice, and moved in without warning,
filling the rooms of my life with an echo that never lets me forget myself.
Some nights I wonder if I was created to feel everything too deeply,
or if I was only meant to break beautifully so others could call it meaning.
And if I disappear one day, do not name it tragedy or weakness or fate,
call it exhaustion—
a heart that loved relentlessly in a world that never learned how to hold it.
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I take this to represent the caution we all have with the growth of a new attribute or something we are not familiar with. A lovely write of growth and how to give and not expect in return from a cold world.
I appreciate that perspective sometimes growth comes in ways we don’t expect even from what hurts us most
it is the cuts and scratches that create calluses
I must say I had to read this three times. Well said, I think I understand what your poem you painted! The poem explores themes of emotional fragility, the burdens of expectation, and the paradox of loving deeply in a world that can be harsh and unforgiving. It delves into personal experiences of loss, the impact of silence, and the exhaustion that comes from perpetual emotional labor.
Thank you… it’s comforting to know the emotions behind the words reached someone who truly hears the unspoken parts of the heart.
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