I write when my heart grows heavy
with the weight of weightless thoughts.
When my eyes refuse to spill
another diamond of sorrow,
I write when no one listens.
Never thought mere words
could calm my tangled mind,
never thought I'd hold a pen
for more than exams.
I write when no one listens.
I am no professional,
but I take pride in spilling truth.
I never weave sweet lies in my diary,
never mask my soul in ink.
It feels too glorious to run in my world—
where thin air dances with rain,
where shadows marry the rays.
My world is quiet as a whispering ocean
yet loud as the writhing tongues of hell.
I write when no one listens.
~blue hour