Unspoken Feelings

It is hard to speak when pain grips the soul.
Harder still, when tears race ahead of the words you wish to say.

So I choose silence-
and let my verses bear the weight I cannot utter.
Through poems, I whisper of sorrow,
of longing, of nights that never seem to end.

Yet even within the ruins of grief,
there flickers a faint light-
a fragile joy that refuses to die.
And somewhere between the lines of despair,
a promise lingers still:
that in the end of every poem,
happiness will find its way home.

Poems & Short Stories