I reach for words in the quiet night,
a heart unspoken, a soul in flight.
Not seeking answer’s just to be heard,
longing for kindness’s wrapped in a word.

I wish for dreams, lost in the haze,
buried beneath forgotten days.
A purpose, a light, a hand to hold,
a whisper of warmth when the night turns cold.

I stand in a crowd, yet feel so alone,
adrift in an ocean, a heart unknown.
A touch, a glance, a simple phrase,
to remind me I’m seen in these endless days.

Pain lingers, a weight I bear,
a storm within, beyond repair.
Memories rise like waves so high,
some meant to fade, yet none pass by.

I wish for a voice that speaks my soul,
not tangled, not lost, just clear and whole.
For words to land, to truly be felt,
not turned to silence, left to melt.

I wish for patience when my words repeat,
for someone to stay, not press delete.
To see my heart beneath the strain,
to know my love despite my pain.

I wish to be heard without a sigh,
to have a voice that doesn’t lie.
If “okay” is all that I can say,
hear the ache, don’t look away.

I wish for comfort in darkened space,
a steady presence, a safe embrace.
To hold my hand, to understand,
without the need for reprimand.

I wish for moments—calm and true,
to float on water, sky so blue.
To breathe, to pause, to just exist,
without the weight of what I’ve missed.

I wish for the strength to let pain go,
for healing, for peace, for love to grow.
For someone to see beyond my shell,
and know that I am fighting still.

Tonight, I whisper these wishes free,
not seeking pity, only to be…
A soul unfolding, a story untold,
a heart still beating—quiet, but bold

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Some feelings live quietly beneath the surface, especially after stroke.

For me, writing became a way to express the emotions I struggled to say aloud. This poem was written during one of those moments when loneliness, hope, fear, and the desire to be understood all met.

If you have ever struggled to find the right words, you are not alone.