I know when, where, and how many times
I was deceived, just as history
recognizes its mistakes,
but embellishes them slightly
while writing them
Behind the glow of sweet words
I saw a hidden bitter intention
an intention that believed itself
above time,
as if it could hold the truth
in its hands
But I chose silence because words
change events, but time
a ruthless, but true witness
never changes
Time is the truest answer
My silence is a line to be written on a page of the future, where people will read
that even neglect is sometimes
the most accurate intervention
Many thought I had lost
But my conscience knows
defeat and victory are momentary events.
I chose the remaining humanity
And since then, I've created a space within myself where I preserve my dignity, my morality, and my dissent.
There, my silence isn't just absence
it's also resistance, it's also patience, and the faith that time will surely bring justice
so that the day you realize your deception, the true meaning of my silence will be revealed to you without a word like the face you've been avoiding suddenly appearing in an old mirror
From that moment on,
it won't be my defeat or victory,
but a dialogue of my humanity and my truth
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏
