Whispers Between the lines

 Leaving silent, without a word, A quiet goodbye, so much unheard. Where feelings smolder, still they burn, In hearts that wait but never turn. No final words to ease the ache, Just echoes in a quiet wake. A parting cold, so deep, so still, Where wounds remain, yet time won’t heal. The silence screams what words can’t say, A shadow stretching through the day. Unspoken truths, like burning coal, Ignite the scars inside the soul. Yet in this silence, strong and wide, A hidden strength begins to bide. For healing starts where silence ends, And broken hearts begin to mend. Nidal Sati

 My friend,  I know exactly what it feels like   To look with  disappointment   At the same things you once looked at  with hope...   To sit in silence with a heart that once danced   At the sound of a name,   To feel the weight of dreams   You once carried like feathers.   It hurts but it’s human.   And sometimes, surviving it   Is the quietest kind of strength Nidal Sati