I write because silence
is sometimes too full of longing.
My heart takes shape
in gentle lines,
not to hold on to pain,
but to make space
for growth.
Each letter is a step,
each sentence a breath
bringing me closer
to who I want to be.
Between the lines
something new begins to grow-
light,
finding its way
through what once seemed broken.
I am not a page of the past,
but a story
still being written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem