Silent feelings
from twisted words
into shapes I couldn’t recognize.
So I learned to pause my thoughts.
And then—
Your silence came too.
So empty and barren,
where the quiet is so loud
my screams still couldn’t find a way out.
So I learned to hold my tongue.
Gaslighted
into submission.
into second-guessing
Ignoring intuition
just to keep the peace
that never kept me.
I saw the pattern.
Saw it clear.
Saw it coming.
Saw it circling.
But I cycled back.
Out of hope.
Out of habit.
Out of believing
you’d meet me in the place
where my heart lived.
But all I met was silence.
of my own voice
calling me home.
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