A letter to the words that never reached my Ears.
Thank you for staying
when the courage slammed its door on my face,
when my eyes blinked
and all I saw was darkness.
When my palm
could no longer feel my nails bite,
when breathing felt suffocating
and I thought I was in hell again.
When my knees pressed to my chest
and I screamed the loudest in my head,
when the blame rushed back to me,
all I could say was nothing.
When the eyes in rage
softened into pain,
hoping everything
would be washed away in the rain.
And the first that calmed me
was a voice in my mind:
"We will get through this all again."
I held my hands tight
to the strength of these words-
words that I wished could have reached my ears-
not mine,
but me.
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 5:18 AM UTC
A letter to the words that never reached my Ears.
Thank you for staying
when the courage slammed its door on my face,
when my eyes blinked
and all I saw was darkness.
When my palm
could no longer feel my nails bite,
when breathing felt suffocating
and I thought I was in hell again.
When my knees pressed to my chest
and I screamed the loudest in my head,
when the blame rushed back to me,
all I could say was nothing.
When the eyes in rage
softened into pain,
hoping everything
would be washed away in the rain.
And the first that calmed me
was a voice in my mind:
"We will get through this all again."
I held my hands tight
to the strength of these words-
words that I wished could have reached my ears-
not mine,
but me.
