My poems are the only friends who have never left.
Life has always spoken to me in the language of storms. I grew up among broken promises, silent wounds, and empty places where love should have lived. Loneliness did not arrive one day it was the landscape of my childhood, and it never truly left.
So I learned to speak with ink instead of people.
Every verse is a scar that learned how to sing. Every page is a cemetery where grief blooms into beauty. My poems know every tear I never let the world see, every night I survived in silence, every fragment of myself I gathered from the ruins.
I do not write because I love darkness.
I write because darkness was the first thing that ever understood me.
If you wish to know who I am, do not ask for my story. Read my poetry.
My soul has been hiding there all along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem