Amid the silent sighs and fallen whispers,
She sought the language of her breaking heart.
“How do I translate this pain into words?” she cried,
But he, with gentle eyes, did softly start:

“Some feelings just don’t have a language, dear.
They’re whispers in the void, pure and unbound,
Beyond the grasp of mortal tongue and ear,
In realms where only silent sobs resound.

Yet in the spaces where no words can tread,
Emotions bloom like midnight’s velvet rose,
A garden nurtured by the tears unsaid,
Where every petal tells of hidden woes.

So let your heartache be a secret song,
A melody that’s heard but never sung,
For in the silence, sorrow’s voice is strong,
And in your quiet grief, its tale is young.

And though no words can capture all you feel,
Your silent cries are beautifully real.”

©️ Beatriz Esmer