I speak in echoes that no one hears.
Words softly bouncing off invisible walls.
They linger, fold, and twist inside.
Holding parts of a self I keep hidden.
The world outside is loud and bright.
But inside, time plays a different song.
Each thought is like a ripple on calm water.
Each sigh is a note only I can sing.
No one follows these secret paths.
No one sees the shapes they create.
And in their quiet, I discover myself—
Complete, untouched, and entirely mine.
About the Creator
Emily
Poem lover, word collector, and believer in the quiet magic of language. I write to remember, to heal, and to find beauty in the spaces between silence and sound. Every poem is a heartbeat — a small proof that feelings can become art.
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