Footsteps in the Silence

In the quiet of a whispered breeze,

I tread where shadows find their ease,

With every step, a story told,

Of moments lost, of hearts grown cold.

A word unsaid, a glance too long,

The unspoken beats of an unseen song,

The foot in my mouth, the slip, the fall,

I never meant to say it at all.

Yet here I stand, in fragile grace,

Apologies scattered in empty space,

The truth too raw, the silence loud,

A soul entwined within the crowd.

Still, in the break of every dawn,

The hurt will fade, though the scars live on,

For we all stumble, we all err,

In love, in life, we breathe despair.

But through the cracks, the light does shine,

A lesson learnt through each design—

That even in the darkest part,

We find the courage to restart.

So let me walk, though the path be wide,

With humble steps and arms open wide,

For in the dance of words we weave,

The truth lies not in what we grieve.

But in the rise, in what we mend,

In every footfall, in every friend.