Unheard
Unheard
I went home, hoping to spill my sorrows,
to let the weight pour out in tears,
but silence sat heavy in my chest,
and not a single drop fell.
I tried to tell my father,
whispered the sadness I carried,
but he just left,
not out of cruelty, but out of not knowing
how to hold what he’s never learned to carry.
And my mother,
so close, yet distant,
sees only the shadows of her own thoughts,
never the truth in my eyes.
So I leave again,
back to where I came from,
carrying the ache of words unspoken,
of comfort unfound,
of a heart still waiting—
yearning to be held.
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