Unspoken Wishes

 

 

 

The blinding lights greeted her morning

Amidst the sound of silence�"

 not the kind that wraps itself around dreams

But the hollow echo of words unspoken and doors closed too long

While the candles lit on the counter�" 

waiting to melt into meaning

She saw her in the mirror, the joy she once knew

 

Her hair fell on waves as she tried to untangle the fuzzy feelings

Her mom’s laughter while trying to braid it,

Her father’s clumsy hands yet still trying

And her brother messy laughter that fill the house

Now, the strands hang loose

Falling like a curtain

Shielding her from reality she didn’t want to face

 

Today were once a symphony of voices

A chaos of love spilling from every plate and cup

Not a bare table gritting their edges on touch of fabrics

Scarred on tales and stories that began to fracture

 

His voice was a thunderclap, could break a wall,

Too loud, it broke something else instead

Shut on her will, not knowing the pace

It sent down shivers on her innocence,

Scraping into the very last verse

 

That’s when she finds her in the scent of the flowers, in the way the wind touches her face�"

here and yet so far away

When every sunlight feels hollow without her;

the light doesn’t reach where it used to be

In every room, she carries her ghost

As a comfort for the pain that sits quietly on her chest, an unwelcome guest that refuses to leave

 

Sixteen, she is flourishing by her age

And today closed the door

Sweetness is the mask she wears

Painted over cracks no one wanted to see

Who could understand the way her heart learned to break before it learned to grow?
The whispered arguments through thin walls,
the slammed doors echoing louder than words.

She walked through a world of noise, but silenced screamed inside

The void was so grand, it shattered her wishes

 

The candles still flicker despite the howls and blows

Looking for a grasp, for scum leftovers

 

Her hands, soft and young

Have held too much on her pockets

Grief tucked and fear woven into her laugh

But there’s nothing to laugh,

Everything is too blurry

Rested in a black and white frame

Even the rainbow gave up it’s colors and left the bridge

She walked into a path of promises only to stumble upon an unexpected turn

 

She walked outside where the sky threatened rain, gray clouds heavy like her chest

 The world felt too big and too small all at once,

trees standing tall as if mocking her fragility.

 

The wind whispered secrets she didn’t want to hear, and the earth smelled of ending

Sixteen wasn’t supposed to be a mosaic of screams and endless pointing

It was supposed to her  threshold of dreams,

balloons floating to the ceiling,

 a cake too big to finish,

 friends filling the room with laughter as the future seemed endless

And yet even the candles now are melting their worth.

 

How the girl they once cradled in their arms felt like a stranger in their home.

 If they saw how the silence swallowed her whole,

how the weight of unspoken words made this day the loneliest.

And yet, even in the gray, she found a sliver of light�"

a whisper of hope beneath the storm.

Because sixteen wasn’t an end, it was a beginning.

 

Sixteen candles for Sixteen years�"

some filled with joy, others marked by sorrow.

Each flame a promise that she would find her way, even if she had to carry the light herself.

 

The room was still silent, lone was still adhere

Yet she did not ache for what is missing

For she is whole in the spaces she occupy

 

It felt full of possibility, of strength she didn’t know she had.

Sixteen wasn’t magic, but it was hers, and that was enough.