When you unravel in the darkness, you learn how deep the silence of the world sinks
When you unravel in the darkness, you learn how deep the silence of the world sinks,
not even those for whom you would bleed will carve your name into their silence,
they will scroll through dreams, sleep under indifferent skies, smile like shadows,
while you try to breathe through the pain wrapping your soul like a veil.
For when the sun disappears, the stars do not shed tears of light,
they sing their brilliance louder, like an orchestra of sparks in the night,
the moon does not ask if the sun is well, it rises,
as if it had waited for it to fall, to begin its silver dance in the sky.
That's how people are—they wait for their turn to light their own flame,
not yours, to heal yourself, to redraw your outlines in the deep silence,
no matter how much they claim to care, they don't truly care how you feel,
they are lights that ignite only for themselves, shining ephemerally.
In the deep silence of the night, in the pain that wraps your soul like a cloak,
you will discover that light does not always come from outside, but from within your being,
for the stars do not cry when the sun leaves, but embrace their brilliance,
embracing the darkness like an old friend who knows their secrets.
And you, in this silence that embraces you like a silent sea, will find the strength,
to rebuild your being from stardust and lost memories,
for even if the world is silent, you can learn to shine again,
despite the silence surrounding you, despite those who do not hear your song.
Copyright ©
Dan Enache
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