Fighting Back the Flood of Tears
A menacing wave of tears loomed, and I tugged my sleeves to their limits. Past hurts burned fiercely beneath the surface. I inhaled deeply, anchoring my mind to the now. Falling apart wasn’t an option, not with countless gazes fixed upon me. So, I choked back the pain, mustering the strength to stand erect, feigning indifference as I buried my history.
Fighting Back the Flood of Tears
The Burden of Our Hidden Truths
Even in a crowded room, I felt utterly alone, the secrets I held weighed on me like a consuming darkness. Laughter filled the space, yet no one sensed the tempest raging within me. I observed them, amazed at how effortlessly they navigated life. None of them could grasp the heaviness that clung to me like an unseen scar. Deep down, I yearned for freedom, to exhale without the strain of concealed realities. But at this moment, quietude was my only solace.
The Burden of Our Hidden Truths
