instapoetry
when the quiet breaks
when the quiet breaks
i learned to love the silence
not because it felt like peace—
but because it never lied to me.
the noise left bruises,
every laugh a little jagged
every “i’m fine” cracked at the edges
and every promise wore someone else's face.
but silence? she didn’t pretend.
she just sat beside me while my hands trembled,
while my breath forgot how to stay.
people say healing is loud
but mine looked like folded laundry
and rooms i didn’t run from.
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ready to post
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when you learn to whisper your own name
the world no longer feels like a shouting match
and every breath becomes a quiet revolution
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Caption: “you are the first voice you need to hear—double-tap if you’ll speak it today.