Darkness...

That has become

the language of my days,

and the companion

of my nights.

It walks beside me,

without invitation,

without mercy.

Then...

for a fleeting moment,

I saw

a little light.

It was not loud.

It was not bright.

But it was enough

to awaken hope

sleeping inside my chest.

Enough

to make me believe

that maybe...

someone

finally saw me.

So I tried.

I reached.

I climbed.

I fell.

I stood again.

I smiled

with a heart

that was quietly breaking.

I buried my tears

beneath borrowed laughter.

I fought battles

that never left scars

the world could see.

I gave

until there was

nothing left

to give.

All...

for one thing.

To be seen.

Seen

by the people I love.

Seen

by the people

I would choose

again

and again.

But they looked...

without seeing.

They listened...

without hearing.

They stood beside me,

yet never noticed

that I was slowly

disappearing.

I became

an old house.

Still standing.

Still breathing.

Yet forgotten.

Dust gathered

where joy once lived.

Silence

became my closest friend.

Then...

the little light

went out.

Hope

folded its wings

and disappeared

into the night.

Now...

darkness

has returned.

Not because

Light never came...

but because

I could not

carry it alone.

Tell me...

How long

does a heart

keep knocking

on closed doors

before it stops believing

someone is home?

How long

does a soul

cry in silence

before silence

becomes

its only voice?

Maybe...

being seen

is not about

someone looking

at your face.

Maybe...

it is someone

choosing

to understand

the storm

behind your smile.

Because

the deepest loneliness

is not

standing alone.

It is

standing empty 

in the middle

of people you love...

and praying

that just one of them

truly...

sees you.

Barby Solace 🫡🖋️