The Silent Lark

She had been running for too long — carrying the weight of all the words she never spoke. The feelings, the emotions, everything that churned in her heart like high-tide waves crashing against the rocks. Every time they said something — a complaint, a comment, a passing remark — she wanted to speak up. But she stayed quiet.

She had grown used to the silence, letting the world pass her by. Years of swallowing her emotions like a bird trapped in a cage had left her feeling small, lost, sad, and alone.

But everything in life has an opening — or an end. And she knew she had to let go of what held her back. With the years came a quiet rage, the kind that builds from holding everything in. And slowly, she began to speak. To say what needed to be said. To express what she was truly feeling.

She hoped this was the beginning — a small opening, like the one in a pinhole camera. And maybe, just maybe, through that tiny gap, a new picture of herself would slowly emerge against the sky.