For days, weeks, months

Whisper’s of harsh voices

tensed up hope filling the silence that follows

for days, weeks, months

the tears fall only at night

and then I’ll wonder what’s wrong

emotion has been emptied of meaning

nothing to show what I know

for days, weeks, months

the sun comes back up and my pillow is dry

it will never be clean

no matter how many times it’s washed, concealed, forgiven

for days, weeks, months

I won’t forget.

Thank you for reading 😉 I don’t want to share what this poem was written about but I do want to say that writing it both helped and is currently helping me get through it 👊 I hope you’re having a beautiful day! 👑❤

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