The Ocean Kept My Secrets

I write because silence was never enough.

I share the thoughts and feelings I can't keep inside,
the memories that still feel unfinished.

Every poem and late-night paragraph
is me trying to understand myself.

I write so others might see themselves in my story too
the ones who grew up too fast,
loved too deeply,
or hid their pain behind strength.

Maybe I write to know I'm not alone.

If someone reads my words and says,
"me too,"
then maybe the pain meant something.

Maybe broken people can still create beautiful things.