I sometimes fear
that one day the lock will crack,
and all those quiet whispers
will rise at once.

The door will open.
Light will flood the room.
And there it will be—
the final chapter,
standing in the open.

The pain won’t hide anymore.
It will step into the daylight,
moving through every line I write.

What was buried
will find its voice in poetry.
What was hidden
will finally be revealed.

And somehow—
through the power of verse—
the ache I carried
will begin to heal.