The Broken Souls

these words will no longer stay hidden like those tears we swallowed in the dark. They deserve light. Not for applause, but because there's a heart that has carried more than it should.

I know you understand how it feels when your voice gets lost in the storms of others. How you hold people together, you nod, listen, and soothe them, but when it's your turn to break, the room suddenly forgets how to hear.

We're the quiet ones. The one who store grief in jars so others can sip comfort from us. The ones who would rather ache in silence than risk becoming a burden. The ones who raise their trembling hands to god because that is the only place we have ever felt fully safe to unravel.

I am writing this for you, who smiles gently while their soul is tired. Those who became a healer before anyone ever asked if she needed healing too.

You're not alone.