My Soul in All Its Shades

This isn't a book with chapters or rules,
It's a home for every unspoken word.
The place I come to when silence grows loud,
When my heart feels too heavy to hold on its own.

Some of these pages were written in pain,
Some in peace,
Some with trembling hands,
And some with the softest hope.

It's not meant to impress,
Just to exist.
To breathe for me when I couldn't.

Read it if you wish, lovelies
These are just the colors of my soul.
In every shade it's ever bled.