That I wanted simple, sensitive dreams,
Not perfect, but alive, tangible.
With warm hands and eyes that never leave,
Who sit in silence, but say everything with their looks.
I wanted a peace without big words,
A love that doesn't ask me to be different from who I am.
A love that doesn't hold my breath, that sees me with all my wounds,
and is not afraid of my depths.
A bed where fatigue is not a burden, but a reason to hug each other tighter.
I wanted a life that didn't weigh on my soul,
A morning without daily battles with myself.
A light that enters slowly, without scaring me,
A calm that doesn't force me to become someone else.
But now…
I am learning to live even with emptiness,
To find light even when I am left alone.
To accept silence when words are lacking.
I will learn to love the colorless days,
To walk slowly without direction.
Because sometimes, even emptiness is a sacred place,
where the heart rests and the spirit heals.
Sometimes there is no more strength
than to admit that you are tired... and still stay...
- Poem sent in #Unsent messages by an anonymous woman, dedicated to her (ex-) partner. If you also have a long message, letter, concern that you would like to express anonymously, write to us at:
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