I carry words unspoken,
hidden beneath the surface,
not because they are forgotten,
but because they are too heavy
to be set free.
The silence wraps itself around me,
a cloak woven from the fear
of what might be lost
in the telling,
and what might be revealed
in the letting go.
I have raised the alarm
I could do no other,
and yet, I remain,
holding the weight
of things unsaid,
the burden of truth both spoken
& unspoken,
the unshared pain that clings
like shadow to my soul.
It could have been different,
This was not the way
it was meant to be.
There is no name for it,
only the knowing,
an elusive silence that speaks
without words,
that hints without clarity.
And still,
I pray,
let there be light.
- Swales, 2024
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