The Silent Pain I Feel

The Silent Pain I Feel
There are days when I feel everything.
The earth.
The sky.
The silence between it all.
And sometimes, I wonder if the world feels me too.
The wind silently spoke to the earth.
My body feels the shivers
of the earth crying —
and I, too, feel that way.
I’ve spent so long hiding my voice,
thinking it wasn’t enough,
thinking I wasn’t enough.
But I’ve always been writing.
In whispers.
In poems no one saw.
In feelings I couldn’t explain
except in rhythm and quiet lines.
I see the moon, bright and alive;
I wish my own light
could shine like yours,
dear moon.
This — right here — is me trying.
Trying to let my light show.
Trying to make sense of my feelings,
and maybe help someone else feel less alone too.
I don’t have it all figured out.
But I’m done staying silent.
I’m writing now —
not because I’m certain,
but because I’m finally allowing myself to be seen.
Even if it’s just a whisper in the wind,
or a quiet shimmer beside the moon —
I hope it reaches someone.
Even you.
— M. Pederson
In my silence, I never felt like I could speak.
My words never seemed to form, and writing became the only way I knew how to use my voice.
I know that now — that even in a loud world, a silent voice can still appear…
and make someone feel, too.