I used to believe that silence
was my greatest offering—
but, I know better now.
When your eyes were filled with tears,
I wiped them away—
But I never asked why they fell.
When your thoughts spiraled downhill,
I kissed your worries away—
but I lost my own voice trying to calm yours.
When your knees trembled,
I held you for long—
But I forgot what it felt like
to stand tall for myself.
When your dreams slipped,
I stayed still—
anchored for you,
rooted for you,
but I forgot to ran after my own.
I used to think love meant—
being your quiet constant.
But silence can also hide the truth,
delay the healing,
blur the boundaries.
So now, I speak.
Because I want
to be heard, too.
Because love isn’t just a quiet sacrifice—
it is also being brave enough to ask:
“𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆?”
So if I ever let myself unchain from you,
Please, understand—
It’s not that I love you less,
But it is because I finally love myself,
enough to break the silence that once caged me.
—
*image: renata lamezi / unsplash
