
Quiet hearts
Closed doors
Buried feelings
Silent wounds
You stopped
Speaking about it
Stopped remembering
Or so
You learned
To stay composed
To look untouched
But midnight
Still knows
What hurts
Dear heart
You belong
Even hurting
You needn’t
Become stone
To survive
Let tears
Find their way
Let healing
Feel like healing
Not silence
Not numbness
But freedom
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