In The Silence I Still Hope.

There are nights when my tears fall so quietly

even the darkness does not notice them.

My pain moves through crowded rooms unheard,

like a forgotten song fading into distant air.

Inside me lives a silent wail,

a grief too deep for language,

too invisible for the world to pause and see.

Loneliness sits beside me like an old companion,

its cold hands wrapped gently around my weary soul.

And though my heart keeps calling out for warmth,

the echoes return unanswered.

Sometimes I wonder

what it means to exist in a world rushing past itself,

where suffering hides behind smiling faces

and broken hearts learn to suffer gracefully.

What am I doing here

in this hurried, unseeing world

where compassion has become so rare,

and hearts have forgotten how to stay long enough

to truly hear another heart breaking?

Yet somewhere beneath all this sorrow,

life continues to whisper softly.

That even the longest nights do not last forever.

That silence itself carries unseen wounds.

And that perhaps one day,

this heavy ache will loosen its grip

and allow the heart to breathe again.