When Silence Finds Words

There are things I don’t say,

because I don’t know how they will be received.

There are things that are not secrets,

they simply have no place to go.

Sometimes…

I don’t know when it started exactly.

I only know that for a long time,

I learned how to hold things in.

I lived. I functioned.

I did what was expected of me.

Some thoughts didn’t disappear.

They waited.

This space wasn’t planned.

It wasn’t a goal.

A place for what had nowhere else to go.

For now, you can call me Alex.

It’s not my real name.

It’s simply the one that allows me to speak.