Whispers Between the lines

 ​The world demands a curated face, A porcelain grin, a measured pace I move through shadows, guarded and disciplined A kite held tight against a shifting wind ​But then you wander through my mind And leave the restless noise behind A sudden bloom of internal light The way the hearthfire meets the night ​I do not have to hide the fray The quiet aches or words I cannot say With you, the heavy armor falls away Like golden mist at the break of day ​No scripts to read, no parts to play, Just stillness where the soul can stay You are the anchor, the steady release My sudden warmth, my sovereign peace... _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