At last, a tear breaks the silence, sincere,
The world holds its breath as the storm draws near.
It pours from my chest, unrestrained, unbound,
Memories crashing without making a sound.
Regrets bleed softly into echoes of joy,
Fragments of happiness time can destroy.
I long for the nights when darkness was kind,
When fear had no shelter inside of my mind.
A time when the light did not burn like a flame,
When love said my name and I answered the same.
Back when my heart still believed it was whole,
Before all the fractures carved into my soul.
Now in mere moments, here I remain,
Standing alone in the center of pain.
After long years that dissolved into dust,
Trust turned to echoes, and echoes to rust.
Those who once loved me now fade into air,
Their warmth disappearing, no longer there.
I am left with the many who know not my core,
Faces surrounding me, yet I am alone once more.
How naive was I, dreaming to heal the land,
To mend the world with my trembling hand.
I tried to save skies while I drowned in the sea,
Ignoring the ruin that lived inside me.
What a cruel world, sharp-toothed and cold,
Where truth is punished and silence is gold.
My truest self judged by the ones who gave birth,
Love turning bitter, denying my worth.
Education, once fire that sparked my soul,
Now iron that drags me down a dark hole.
Lessons that lifted now tighten their hold,
Turning bright futures to cages of mold.
Skills I once loved became shackles of use,
Passions repurposed, stripped of excuse.
These hands were meant to create and to dream,
Now forced into labor that silences me.
A future designed without asking my name,
A road I must walk though it feels not the same.
I thought I was rich in meaning and choice,
Now I am chained, stripped of my voice.
Slowly I’m falling, the ground drawing near,
Slowly I’m fading, erased by my fear.
Each second heavier, weighted with lead,
Each breath a reminder of words never said.
I beg the gods softly, then scream at the sky,
To loosen these knots, to let my soul fly.
But mercy is silent, the heavens stay still,
Leaving my prayers unanswered, unfilled.
My heart lies in pieces, scattered and torn,
The anchors that held it forever are gone.
What once gave it meaning slipped out of my sight,
Vanished like stars at the edge of the night.
Forever feels heavy, eternal and vast,
A prison of present built from the past.
It pours once again from the depths of my chest,
A flood with no shore, no promise of rest.
Tears fall in rivers, relentless and wide,
Shadows cascade where my hopes used to hide.
A waterfall darkened by sorrow and truth,
Washing away every remnant of youth.
I learned every lesson they told me to learn,
Yet knowledge still watches as bridges all burn.
I am ink with no paper to carry my plea,
A voice without echo, unheard, unseen.
A note with no instrument, silent and plain,
A color denied by the canvas of pain.
A book stripped of language, unread, unopened,
A meaning erased though my heart still is hoping.
I am not gifted in all that exists,
No master of every unwritten list.
Only in fragments, in parts that decay,
And even those talents are slipping away.
It pours yet again, drop, drop, descend,
Like gods commanding the skies to not end.
Thunder in silence, floods without sound,
As sorrow baptizes the cracks in the ground.
I am wingless, though longing to rise,
To flee this reality, tear through the skies.
I dreamed of escape from the weight of the real,
But hope grew fragile, too brittle to feel.
I forged wings of wax from desire and flame,
Believing ambition alone could sustain.
I flew far too close to the merciless sun,
And like Icarus, my undoing begun.
Through regret and despair,
Each second a lifetime suspended in air.
Each one a question with no answer anymore.
They say that knowledge is mankind’s best gift,
Yet it sharpens the pain, gives despair a swift lift.
To know you can’t save them though you understand,
To see all the wounds yet have no healing hand.
To know you can only whisper, not shout,
To know that your effort will never reach out.
To know when you’re breaking, no one appears,
And help is as distant as unanswered prayers.
My bed lies soaked in the evidence of me,
Salt-stained confessions no one will see.
My eyes burn red with the weight of release,
Still crying for silence, still begging for peace.
If only the noise could finally cease,
If only the storm inside me could release.
If only the chains on my spirit would sever,
And this endless suffering loosen forever.
Perhaps then my wings would remember the sky,
Perhaps then this cell would finally die.
No more stone walls, no steel-barred fate,
No more poison seeping through freedom’s gate.
The moon watches quietly, silver and pale,
A witness to sorrow that words always fail.
It whispers, Come closer, let everything pour,
Let grief flood the soul, there is nothing to hoard.
And so it all pours, without filter or shame,
Memories and regrets calling out my name.
Joy and sadness, anger and guilt,
Love and loss in a heart slowly split.
Everything spills in a merciless stream,
All that I was, all I hoped, all I dreamed.
And in this collapse, though shattered and torn,
I remain, still breathing, still broken, still worn.
