No One Talks About It.

No one talks about it.

No one talks about how heavy it feels

to lift your own voice,

to stand against that tide—

when silence is the safer shore.

No one talks about how fragile it is

to rebuild meaning out of empty mornings

and nights that echo too loudly.

No one talks about how cruel it sounds

when they call sensitivity a weakness.

No one talks about how hurtful it is

to carry everything inside you

and not speak up.

To swallow stones

so no one knows your bones.

But I know—

it takes more strength

to carry a heart that’s bleeding

and still walk,

to be cut open

and still say:

I am here.