I remain silent, yet speak to you
In a thousand voiceless ways—
A glance, a sigh, the pause between
The hollow and the blaze.
You listen my quiet words,
You hear the unspoken rain—
My every trouble, my every ache,
My deep, invisible pain.
Only you see the tears I hide
Where ocean meets my eyes,
The drowned-out storms, the ghostly tides,
The sorrows I disguise.
You are the healer of my hurt,
The balm upon my chest—
You ease my pain with gentle hands,
And give my wounds a rest.
So let the world hear nothing true—
You know. You stay. You soothe.
In your quiet care, I mend anew.
In your silence, I find truth.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
A life in two halves, a worn, heavy cost—
The first half in pleasing, the self almost lost.
A smile for their comfort, a word for their whim,
A performance of living that left you quite dim.
The second half stolen, a debt you must pay,
To anxieties kindled by others’ dismay.
A flinch for their judgment, a fear of their tone,
A prison of worry you built on your own.
So my dear, leave now this play, with its ****** disguise,
The cue-cards of others, their roles, and their lies.
The curtain, it falters, the stage hand has slept,
Enough of this script you were given and kept.
Now, let the boards creak with your unguarded stride,
No mask for the wings, no role left to hide.
Let the rest of your days be a quiet, bold art—
A life from the marrow, a truth from the heart
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 5:53 AM UTC
A gentle request, not a command.
Let the words rest at the door.
For a heart that is locked, be it gentle or grand,
Will only grow stubborn, and love it no more.
The truth does not batter, it does not break through
With a crowbar of will or a plea.
It waits like the sun on the morning dew,
A warmth that invites you to be free.
A bud in the spring doesn't burst at the seam
Because winter is shouting "Grow fast!"
It unfurls to the light of a silent dream,
A surrender to warmth meant to last.
So whisper your song, and then let it be.
Plant your seed in the soil, then part.
For what is truly real, like a calm, boundless sea,
Will open the harbor of its own heart.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 4:57 PM UTC
If God can paint the morning sky,
And turn the darkened night to day,
Then surely, when in pain you cry,
He'll turn your burdens – His own way.
If He commands the sun to rise,
And bids the anxious shadows cease,
Then He can open blinded eyes,
And gift your struggling heart with peace.
The weight you carry, hard and long,
The sorrow that you hold so tight,
Can be the theme of hope's new song,
And turn your darkness into light.
So trust the Hand that moves the sun,
That guides the stars through vast expense;
The work He has in you's begun,
To turn your burdens into blessings.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 2:26 AM UTC
I kept wiping the dust of journeys from my face,
Lost in that lane's unending, circling grace.
This is my eye's shrine—tread softly, hold your breath,
A dream still whirls here in the heart of death.
I stepped before myself, pushed to the extreme,
Yet He forgave even me, or so it would seem.
And now I see—it was never the sacred shrine,
Only your home I mistook for the divine.
I am but embers, I am the fire's core,
So every lamp I lit confessed, and burned for
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 12:34 PM UTC
I came in by the Door, and left by the Gate,
The path between, I learned was far too straight.
In the middle watch, I saw the darkness wane,
And found myself upon a dawn-lit plain.
I searched the deep recesses of my soul,
The secret pockets where I'd hidden goals.
But not a single coin of merit shone,
No wealth of virtue I could call my own.
And now I face the shore, the endless deep,
Where final tides their solemn rhythm keep.
With empty hands, I stand before the sea,
Boatman, what fare have I to offer thee
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 1:55 AM UTC
You left me where the rain begins
a blanket thin,a cardboard rim,
the crying sky my only kin.
No name, no cry you stayed to hear,
just footsteps fading,sharp and clear,
and cold that crept in,year by year.
The puddle held me like a grave,
a tiny soul the night could not save,
a child the wind learned to crave.
But somewhere past the drowning street,
a light glowed steady,gentle, sweet.
A door swung wide,two arms, two feet—
They lifted me from concrete gray,
wiped all the storm and shame away.
I am not orphaned now,they say.
They call me daughter. In their hold,
I’m more than story left in cold.
I’m wanted,worthy, brave, and bold.
The rain still falls, but now I know—
not every leaving lets you go.
Some hearts arrive to help you grow.
And in the warmth, I softly sleep,
no longer wounds too wide or deep.
Love found me where the puddles weep.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
Tonight, I will not sleep in sheets,
But in a basin of cool,spilled light.
I pull the silver chain of stars,
And step into the shower of the night.
It pours in quiet torrents down,
A liquid grace,a second skin.
It washes off the dust of day,
The brittle warmth that walls held in.
No soap of words, no steam of dreams,
Just this pale and silent stream.
It pools in hollows,throat and wrist,
A baptism I would not miss.
To bathe in this is to be cleansed
Of all the sun’s loud,hungry claims.
My pores drink deep the milky tide,
And something starved within,revives.
I wring my hair of constellations,
And from this bath,I step
not dry,
But gleaming,rooted, softly new,
Prepared,at last, to truly thrive.
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 1:22 AM UTC
The states of color, appearances, and gazes change.
On the journey from sun to shade.
Currents of circumstance,clouds of thought,
The speed of time,the turns of fate.
Day melts into the arms of night,
Ebb and flow in every rhythm's wave.
Shadows of questions,imprints of answers,
They all change.
Just like the Moods of Seasons and melodies of air—
Each one arrives with its own tale.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
I’ve been told I have walls,
That aren’t too easy to break,
They’ve been up for so long,
That my smile is entirely fake.
They’re made of unshed tears and a broken soul,
Of emotions that have taken their costly toll.
Tear them down if you feel you must,
But it takes too much to gain my trust
Strip me down to every pebble and stone,
Shatter me like a mirror and break me to the bone,
But don’t you see you’ve already lost,
For even my walls have a cost.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 11:39 PM UTC