Tacenda

 Not out of fear,


but because not everything


needs to touch the light.


Some thoughts bloom in the dark,


stay hidden,


like the pulse beneath a wrist,


like the whisper in a crowded room


that no one hears,


but everyone feels.

These are the words


we carry in silence—
because once spoken,


they might break us.


So we let them drift,


become part of the air,


the moments that slip away


without notice.

And in that silence,


we speak everything.