Scattered Words , Shattered Souls Unspoken Words

In the silence, I find my voice ‎A whispered scream, a heartfelt choice ‎To speak the truth, to let it be known ‎But fear and doubt, they hold me back home

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I've always been drawn to the power of words, the way they can capture the essence of our emotions, our thoughts, and our experiences. But what happens when words fail us? When the silence becomes too much to bear?

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For me, poetry has always been a way to break the silence, to give voice to the emotions and thoughts that I've struggled to express. It's a way to process the world around me, to make sense of the chaos and the beauty.

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But it's not always easy. There are times when the words won't come, when the silence feels like a weight that's crushing me. That's when I turn to my journal, to the scribbled notes and fragmented thoughts that help me make sense of my world. ‎

‎Poem: "The Weight of Silence"

‎The silence is a heavy burden ‎A weight that presses down upon my chest ‎It's the unspoken words, the secrets kept ‎The fears and doubts that I've never expressed ‎ ‎It's the whispered lies, the hidden truths ‎The masks we wear, the roles we play ‎It's the silence that screams, the words unspoken ‎The weight that's crushing me, the burden unbroken

Vignette: "The Memory of You"

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‎I remember the way you used to smile ‎The way your eyes would light up, the way your hair would shine ‎I remember the way you used to laugh ‎The way your voice would ring out, the way your joy would infect ‎

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But most of all, I remember the way you used to listen ‎The way you'd hear the words I couldn't speak ‎The way you'd see the tears I couldn't cry ‎The way you'd understand the silence that I couldn't break

‎Poem: "The Language of Silence"

‎In the silence, I find my voice ‎A whispered scream, a heartfelt choice ‎To speak the truth, to let it be known ‎But fear and doubt, they hold me back home ‎ ‎I search for words, for a language true ‎A way to express the emotions that I feel anew ‎But the silence is a stubborn thing ‎It refuses to yield, it refuses to sing

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‎I've come to realize that silence is not the absence of sound, but the presence of emotion. It's the unspoken words, the secrets kept, the fears and doubts that we've never expressed.

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It's the weight of our experiences, the burden of our memories. It's the whispered lies, the hidden truths, the masks we wear, the roles we play.

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‎But it's also the beauty of our emotions, the depth of our feelings. It's the way we connect with others, the way we understand ourselves.

‎Poem: "The Beauty of Silence"

‎In the silence, I find my peace ‎A sense of calm, a world to cease ‎From the chaos and the noise, the fray ‎I find my center, my heart, my way ‎ ‎It's the beauty of the unspoken word ‎The power of the emotions that are heard ‎It's the depth of our feelings, the way we connect ‎The silence that speaks, the words that inspect ‎

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