These Words Are All I Have

These words are all I have—

the only way I know

to bleed without breaking,

to speak without shattering

the pieces I’m still holding together.

I can’t hand you my heart

without it trembling,

can’t show you my scars

without feeling them reopen,

so I write instead—

hoping you hear the truth

hiding between the lines.

These words are all I have

when my voice won’t steady,

when the ache in my chest

is louder than anything I could say.

So I offer them softly,

quiet as a confession,

fragile as a prayer—

hoping you’ll read them

and understand

that everything I feel

is here on the page,

because it’s the only place

I’m not afraid

to let it live.