The Weight of Unspoken words
I carried them, these unsaid things,
Like rusted locks without their springs.
They clung to bone, they pressed on air,
Yet no one knew they lingered there.
They filled the room when I stood still,
They bent my spine against my will.
Each breath was taxed, each smile a cost,
For all the voices I had lost.
And when at last my lips unsealed,
The truth was dull, the hurt was healed.
Not by release, but by decay —
The words had rotted all away.
Copyright © Saankhya Tare | Year Posted 2025
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