28/11/2025
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ - Ekang
In the quiet corners of the world, where voices tremble but never rise,
there lives a pain too delicate to be spoken.
It hides beneath forced smiles, behind weary, faded eyes,
curling itself into the hollow spaces where hope once lived.
Silent suffering is a faithful shadow.
It sinks,
drifting deep into the soul,
barely seen yet endlessly felt,
making its home in the very places we struggle most to protect.
People pass by, unaware,
mistaking endurance for strength,
numbness for peace,
and stillness for healing.
But behind the carefully crafted faรงade
lies a heart stitching itself together
with threads far too thin to last.
Yet in a single, fragile moment of reaching out,
a sigh, a trembling hand, a whispered truth,
the silence begins to fracture.
Through those fractures, light slowly enters,
soft as forgiveness,
warm as the first breath of dawn.
For even the quietest pain deserves a place to rest,
a place to mend,
a chance to finally breathe again.