In the echoes of words unheard,
where meanings crumble into dust,
I stand—a shadow of a voice,
a whisper lost in the roar of the world.

They take my truth, reshape its bones,
twist its breath to fit their air,
until I am nothing but silence,
until I am nowhere and everywhere.

The battle rages—out there, in here,
a war between staying and breaking,
between rewriting and vanishing,
between love and the edge of nothing.

Yet even in this ghost of a moment,
where words feel like weightless ash,
I stand. I stay. I speak.
Even if only the wind listens.