Now, the Pain Speak
Silence digs into my bones.
Tears trace slow paths along my ribs.
Shadows press tight against my chest.
Somewhere inside, a stubborn pulse keeps moving.
Grief shapes its own voice…
rough, uneven, alive.
I listen. I answer.
It teaches me to move with pain as my companion.
without letting it break me.
My words falter,
raw and unfinished.
And still, they rise…
a quiet insistence that I am here,
that I am not gone.
Now, the pain speak.
I hold it. I breathe with it.
In hearing it,
I gather my own strength,
my heart holds firm,
my voice takes shape,
my whole self rises.
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