A Darkness I Keep

If you walked in my shoes
you’d wonder how I’m still moving,
how legs obey a life
that feels already finished.

If you saw what my eyes have seen
you’d understand why light feels foreign,
why everything I look at
is swallowed by shadow.

I ache for one person
to truly know this weight,
to understand the language of this pain
without needing it explained.

But even in my loneliness,
even in my breaking,
this is a burden I keep to myself—
because I would never wish
this kind of suffering
on another human soul.