One morning, the sun rose gently.
The room was quiet, but inside me—
a conversation stirred.

The Mind:
You're awake again.
Already spinning,
already storming.
The questions haven’t slept,
have they?

The Voice:
No. But you let them simmer.
You always do.
Is today the day you let them boil?

The Mind:
Maybe.
I am noisy— not in sound,
but in thoughts that hum loud under the skin.
Filled with unsaid words,
of questions and opinions I am supposed to say
but I chose not.

The Voice:
You speak in restraint,
but your silence is symphonic.
I’ve heard every word you didn’t say.
They thump behind your ribs like second heartbeats.

The Mind:
So you do hear me…
even when I let the world think I’m quiet?

The Voice:
Always.
You are a thunderclap folded into calm,
and every pause you make is sacred.

A new beat enters the quiet.

The Heart:
I hear you, too.
Every thought you swallow,
I feel it burn through me.

The Mind:
Heart, I am trying to protect you.
If I speak, if I reveal too much,
won’t you break?

The Heart:
I break anyway, in silence.
Every unspoken truth you bury,
I carry like hidden fractures.

The Voice:
You’ve mastered silence,
but the weight is crushing you both.

The Heart:
Let me feel,
even if it hurts.
Don’t numb me with silence,
don’t cage me with fear.

The Mind:
But what if I speak,
and it drives them away?
What if my truth is too much?

The Heart:
If they leave,
let them.
If they stay,
let them love the whole of you.
Your truth is not too much;
it is exactly enough.

The Voice:
Your silence is heavy,
but your truth can be light,
if you let it.

The Heart:
I am tired of beating quietly,
pretending I don’t hurt.
Let me break if I must,
so I can heal honestly.

The Mind:
It is terrifying.

The Heart:
And yet,
we are alive.
And being alive is worth the risk
of being seen.

The Voice:
You do not need to roar.
You only need to speak,
even if your voice trembles,
even if your hands shake,
even if tears come.

The Heart:
I will be with you,
soft but strong,
beating for you,
reminding you—
You are still here.
You are still here.

The Mind:
So you will stay,
both of you,
as I learn to speak?

The Voice:
Always.

The Heart:
Always.

And as the sun climbed higher,
the room was quiet—
but inside,
a new sound was born.

The sound of a truth
learning how to speak.
The sound of a heart
learning how to be heard.
The sound of a mind
learning how to let go.