The Wounds You Cannot See
I gave my heart, my trust, my all, Believing in love that would never fall. I held on tight, in blind embrace, Unaware of the hidden face. Words were spoken, hands held near, Yet something whispered I wasn’t here. Promises made, yet thin as air, A love divided, unaware. The moment it cracked, something in me died, Not just the love, but the faith inside. The soul that once trusted with all its light Now walks in shadows, lost to sight. You say you’ve changed, that now you see, But do you truly understand what’s left of me? Not just the silence, not just the pain, But the innocence I can’t regain. I stay, not for love, but for the ties Of little hands and wondering eyes. They don’t deserve a world untrue, So I bear the storm, I walk it through. But know this well, though I remain, I am not the same—I’ll never be the same. Some wounds don’t heal, some scars don’t fade, And trust, once broken, may never be made.