A Quiet Wish

Sometimes I feel like a shadow at noon, Too loud in the silence, too sharp in the room. Like if I just vanished, a ghost on the breeze, The world might move on with a sigh and some ease. I picture the smiles that might stretch a bit longer, If I weren’t around—would their laughter grow stronger? Would the sky be more blue, the nights less cold? Would life feel lighter if my story was untold? I carry this thought like a stone in my chest, Wondering if absence could offer them rest. But pain can be tricky, it whispers untrue, It tells you you’re poison when you’re just feeling blue. I don’t want a sermon, just space to exhale, To say what I feel without judgment or scale. Not to be fixed, not to be blamed, Just for the hurt to have a name. And if I say this, maybe—just maybe— Someone will answer, soft and steady: You matter. You do. More than you know. And this world would dim if you let go.