Some Wounds Don't Bleed, But They Shatter You

I’ve always wondered why I could never quite reach the image I had in my mind.

The truth is, some wounds—even when they’re old—carry the weight of a broken mirror.

A mirror you once looked into, seeing your future reflected back at you.

Now all that’s left are scattered pieces, and you don’t know how to put them back together.

People around you say, “Come on, it’s not a big deal. Just move on”.

But some experiences are like silent earthquakes—

On the outside, everything seems fine,

But inside, everything has collapsed:

Self-worth, trust in others, even the belief in a future.

The fear of what lies ahead… is paralyzing.

The questions never stop. The unknown is heavy.

And yet—

Somewhere beyond the silence,

There’s always a light.

Like the sunrise after a violent storm.

Even if we can't see it yet—

we still believe it's there.

Somewhere.

Done