It reminds me that even when love feels insufficient, the act of holding
on to hope is itself a radical form of self-love.
turning my life into something shallow.
I forget that sometimes you are aching.
yet you never notice how much I am dying—
bleeding through so many days
while you remain silent.
You said so many times that you love me.
and yet you’ll never understand
how deeply I have broken—
shattered into pieces, my tears falling quietly
whenever I am alone.
I try to comfort myself
and fight against my loneliness,
pretending that I am happy.
I show up as a smiling figure.
laughing at everything—
but only the wind knows
how much I struggle,
how often I fall into the grave
without asking for any help.
And I saw you smiling in front of me;
I don’t know what’s on your mind.
You don’t feel my heart, yet you
always say you love me.
If your love doesn’t complete me,
How can I love you more?
I walk through the days,
carrying a weight no one sees.
I speak with light words,
But inside, my voice is trembling.
I keep moving forward.
though my heart feels tired.
I keep standing tall.
though my soul bends low.
The world thinks I am fine.
But only the night knows my truth.
Only the stars hear my prayers
when I ask for strength to rise again.
I tell myself to breathe.
to hold on a little longer.
I tell myself that pain will pass.
and that even broken hearts can heal.
And though I fall many times,
I still choose to rise.
I still choose to hope.
because somewhere inside me,
A small light refuses to die.
©Haseenwhel
Poetry by Haseen Whel
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Written on 2026-01-27 at 00:54
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on to hope is itself a radical form of self-love.
The Silence Between Us
I forget sometimes that you’ll be there.turning my life into something shallow.
I forget that sometimes you are aching.
yet you never notice how much I am dying—
bleeding through so many days
while you remain silent.
You said so many times that you love me.
and yet you’ll never understand
how deeply I have broken—
shattered into pieces, my tears falling quietly
whenever I am alone.
I try to comfort myself
and fight against my loneliness,
pretending that I am happy.
I show up as a smiling figure.
laughing at everything—
but only the wind knows
how much I struggle,
how often I fall into the grave
without asking for any help.
And I saw you smiling in front of me;
I don’t know what’s on your mind.
You don’t feel my heart, yet you
always say you love me.
If your love doesn’t complete me,
How can I love you more?
I walk through the days,
carrying a weight no one sees.
I speak with light words,
But inside, my voice is trembling.
I keep moving forward.
though my heart feels tired.
I keep standing tall.
though my soul bends low.
The world thinks I am fine.
But only the night knows my truth.
Only the stars hear my prayers
when I ask for strength to rise again.
I tell myself to breathe.
to hold on a little longer.
I tell myself that pain will pass.
and that even broken hearts can heal.
And though I fall many times,
I still choose to rise.
I still choose to hope.
because somewhere inside me,
A small light refuses to die.
©Haseenwhel
Poetry by Haseen Whel
Read 29 times
Written on 2026-01-27 at 00:54
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