I was a stranger to you
You didn't learn of me through the thump of a fallen chair
Or through the clink of an empty shell
The rattle of a stolen bottle.
You didn't learn of me through the drip of a bitter tear
Or through the whoosh of a rushing wind
The clatter of a dropped blade.
No
You didn't learn of me from the sounds I made.
You learned me from my silence.
And now it's far too late.
YOU ARE READING
Not me. (2023)
Short Storyso, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been...
