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Midnight confessions

At midnight hearts begin to speak, The strong grow fragile, lost, and weak. The silence opens every door, To hidden truths we can’t ignore. Midnight confessions softly fall, Like shadows dancing on the wall. The words we hide through all the day, Find moonlit courage on their way. “I miss you” sounds much more sincere, When only stars are left to hear. And broken souls stop wearing masks, Beneath the night that never asks. Perhaps the dark was always kind, A place where truth could breathe and shine. For hearts speak loudest after scars, In whispered talks beneath the stars.
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Silence - POEM

Silence

Silence is not empty—
it holds everything you cannot say.
It listens when the world forgets,
when voices grow tired,
when hearts no longer have the strength to speak.

It stands in the space between two people
who once knew how to hold each other with words.
It rests on the shoulders of grief
and lingers in the air after goodbye.

In silence, truth trembles.
It hides in glances, in breaths not taken,
in hands that almost reach out
but fall back into themselves.

Sometimes, silence is peace.
Other times, it is the loudest ache.
But always, it waits—
for courage,
for clarity,
for the sound of someone staying.



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