Even in silence my heart was loud. It spoke through the tremble in my breath through the pause between words I never said. You weren’t just a memory you were the moment I froze the shadow in a room full of light the reason I feared my own voice. They didn’t believe me. So I learned to believe in myself. My stories stayed tucked in corners like unopened letters but my heart kept reading them out loud. Now when I speak I speak for the girl who couldn’t. I speak because my heart remembered when the world forgot.

One glass, then another—time drowns in amber tides. The body bends, the cycle brews, unbroken again.

Time slips away—light for me, heavy for them. The scale tilts under the weight of commitments, yet I endure.