#mordenpoem
What I Never Said Aloud
I chose that job silently.
Not because I liked it,
but because it paid weekly !!
and weekly was the only way
I could slowly gather what was needed
to clear a weight that wasn’t even mine,
but felt like it was.
I didn’t tell anyone.
I hid my face, my name, my reasons.
Some efforts lose their meaning
the moment they are spoken.
One night, my first delivery
was to my own maths HOD.
I stood there with a helmet on,
heart beating louder than the engine.
She didn’t recognize me.
I let that be.
Some truths are meant to stay unseen.
I rode through nights
thinking less about sleep
and more about responsibility.
About how strange it is
to carry someone in your mind
while the world sees you as nothing
but a delivery boy passing by.
Then the road changed everything.
The bike slipped.
Skin tore.
Pain arrived without warning.
And suddenly the debt was mine too -
medical bills, fear, silence.
I didn’t blame life.
I just absorbed it.
I kept going anyway.
Because when the heart commits,
logic stops negotiating.
I wasn’t chasing appreciation.
I wasn’t asking for recognition.
I was only trying to hold together
what felt meaningful to me.
What hurts the most
is not the fall,
not the bruises,
not even the money.
It’s realizing that
even after giving this much quietly,
life can still say,
not yet.
But if you ask me honestly -
I would still do it again.
Because everything I carried,
I carried willingly.
Out of care.
Out of feeling.
Out of something pure
I never knew how to explain.
This is not a story of success.
This is not a request for sympathy.
This is simply the truth
of what I held inside
while the world saw nothing.
If someone reads this
and feels a weight in their chest -
then they’ve touched
the depth I lived in
Work from :
To Her Who Already Knows!!!!!!
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 9:13 AM UTC