A Love Letter To Language — From Me, To Me. Poem by Nicola (IG Nicola_JustMe) Pillai

I've come to love the weight of words —
not just for how they sound,
but for how they hold.

How they catch things I thought I'd have to carry alone.
How they press gently on places I thought I had to keep quiet.
How they can say "I see you" without ever speaking your name.

I used to fear I was too much.
Now I know — I was just waiting for language
that could hold everything I was feeling.

Words didn't always come easily.
They came after the ache.
After the years of trying to explain myself to people
who didn't have the ears — or the language — to hear me.

But I kept trying.
Kept searching.
And now, here I am.

The words fall a little sweeter.
A little harder.
A little more true.

Because I'm not just speaking —
I'm arriving.