Wings Beneath the Quiet
My sleep is thin, my thoughts are deep,
This restless mind won’t let things go.
The words I never dared to weep,
Still echo soft, and haunt me so.
I’ve held my grief like guarded stone,
Afraid that love might walk away.
So feelings lived and died alone,
Beneath the weight I dare not say.
My wings are clipped, I’ve learned to crawl,
A bird who mourns a sky once known.
The world went on—I missed the call,
Left speaking shadows of my own.
Yet still these pages beg to feel,
The truths I’ve swallowed, sharp and raw.
I write because the pain is real
And quiet is the fatal flaw.
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About this Poem
Wings Beneath the Quiet is a poem about the emotional weight of unspoken grief and the silence we learn to live inside. It explores how pain, when buried too long, reshapes the self by clipping our wings, muting our voice, and turning flight into memory. Through quiet imagery and restrained sorrow, the poem becomes a small act of release and use writing as a way to feel what was once unsayable.
