Sometimes I sit in silence,
with the feeling that there’s nothing in me
worth saying, sharing, or hearing.
I carry words that die in my throat,
thinking they’re too simple for the world.
But then I remember:
being honest is a form of courage.
It’s opening your chest with no guarantees,
letting someone see what even I try to hide from myself.
No grand gesture is needed,
no extraordinary story,
to touch another soul.
Sometimes, it’s enough to say, “I feel that way too.”
And in that moment, the invisible becomes a bridge.
Truth, even small, lights someone’s way.
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Poetry"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
