Poem
I carried my silence like a lantern no one noticed in daylight.
Every word I buried became a river searching for the sea.
People called me quiet, but inside me were thunderstorms learning patience.
I watched the world laugh loudly while I translated pain into meaning.
At night, my thoughts sat beside me like old cats guarding a wounded heart.
I kept giving pieces of myself to dreams that did not know my name.
Still, somewhere between exhaustion and prayer, a softer voice survived.
It whispered that not all unfinished journeys are failures.
Some souls are shaped slowly, like rain carving mountains without applause.
I began to see that peace was never absent, only interrupted by fear.
The sky did not ask the moon to prove its worth before shining.
So perhaps my existence, too, does not need permission to become light.
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