The Stone Faces

The Stone Faces

I wandered through a garden where silence had weight,

Where four stone faces watched with unreadable eyes,

Their mouths shaped tiny ovals of almost-breath,

As if they were trying to warn me of something unseen.

They stood together like a family carved from memory,

Weathered by time, softened by rain and sun,

Holding a sadness too heavy for words to carry,

And yet refusing to crumble or turn away.

I felt their stillness sink into my own chest,

A reminder that not all wounds learn to speak,

Some simply live in the air around us,

Gentle, patient, waiting for us to understand.

And walking past them, I realised they knew me,

Not by name, but by the loneliness in my steps,

By the way I try to keep my heart steady,

Even when I feel like cracking just the same.