Things left unsaid…

The pain exists in the things unsaid, in those pregnant moments when you desire so hard to say something to someone that is “uncomfortable”, yet do not, because…

We go through our lives waiting, hoping, desiring to express ourselves, to scream outloud what we feel, to show who we really are to those who matter to us. Yet, we do not. We keep it inside, we justify to ourselves and to the world that it does not matter, that what we wanted to say did not matter, that we did not matter. We hide behind big words, big ideas, big actions, big stuff. Yet, that little voice inside is waiting, longing to speak out. To tell her that he loved her more than anything, to tell him that she forgives him, to thank them in gratitude. Yet and yet…

And so it goes – the days, the months, the years pass, the big things change, the daily minutia piles up, layer upon layer in our lives, yet the little voice is still there, unexpressed, sad, waiting. One day it happens – she has a new life, he dies, they no longer hear us. Yet the voice is waiting to say the things left unsaid…