NORTH LET GO

Rooms Without Windows

I locked myself inside a breathless space,

No window there to prove the world was real.

The silence whispered blame I couldn’t face –

A wound too loud for time alone to heal.

I thought if I stayed still, the noise would die.

But quiet only fed the things I dread.

They circled back like vultures overhead, high –

Too much unsaid, too much that screamed instead.

I wrote in halves, afraid to find my name

In full, as if the truth would burn my skin.

But daylight doesn’t ask for me to shame –

It knocks, then waits for me to let it in.

I never found the meaning, just the door –

And sometimes that’s enough to say no more.