#echo within

Shadow of Eagle

Sometimes I don’t speak

because the silence says it better.

But when I do,

my words return to me in echoes

I never meant to release.

They carry my confessions,

my truths wrapped in instinct,

spilling out like shadows

from the corners of my soul.

I don’t write for attention.

I write because I feel.

And when I feel too much,

poetry happens.

Even in silence. Even in echoes.

You might hear a rhyme

but I hear survival.

You might see a verse

but I see healing.

Because what I write

is not for the world to praise.

It’s what kept me alive