🌿 The Weight of Unspoken Words

A Poem on the Echoes of Silence and the Power of Finding One’s Voice

I have swallowed words like stones,

Heavy, sinking, left unknown.

Each syllable a whispered ghost,

Haunting halls of what I’ve lost.

The things I meant but never said,

Now linger where the echoes tread.

Regrets are carved in hollow space,

Between the lines I failed to trace.

A love unspoken, a fear unshed,

A kindness waiting, left for dead.

What weight these silent echoes bear,

A burden carried—thin as air.

Yet even silence has its end,

A voice once lost can rise again.

For words unsaid are not yet gone,

They wait for breath to pull them on.

So let the hush give way to sound,

Let letters break where they were bound.

No more whispers, no delay,

The time to speak is not someday.