Pains has no shape,
No language,
The ache that doesn't scream
You walk into rooms and forget,
What it felt like to be whole,
Laughing in the rooms
Where souls feel misplaced.
Hidden piece is not what you lost.
It is the you,
The flicker,
The ember,
They don't know what it's like to laugh
with everyone and
Still feel alone.
To carry conversations while the soul whispers
"You don't belong here"
The hidden piece isn't missing
It is buried.
Some wounds don't
bleed,they echo