JamiPozcord
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There is that knot in the throat when you want to cry and you are not in the right place to let it out.
There is that knot in the air that enters differently when you get home and close the door.
There is that knot in the stomach when you wake up before the sun, with a full mind.
There is that knot in the faint light that slips through the window and touches your eyes.
There is that knot in the throat when you repeat a story that already tires you and still hurts you.
There is that knot in the good silence of a truth you were hoping would be told.
There is that knot in the stomach when you feel you disappointed someone without being able to avoid it.
There is that knot of gentle stillness in understanding that you cannot carry everything.
There is that knot in the throat when you watch someone leave who promised you and fulfilled nothing.
There is that knot of quiet dignity in not begging, even if it could fix things.
There is that knot in the stomach when time passes and nothing changes.
There is that steady pulse of continuing to wait for something to happen.
There is that knot in the throat when you say a name that still hurts.
There is that knot of satisfaction when something no longer affects you.
There is that knot in the stomach before a difficult message. There is the contained relief of sending it, even if there is no reply.
There is that knot in the throat when you pretend to be strong.
There is that knot in the stomach when you feel out of place.
There is that knot in the throat when the body remembers what the mind avoids.
There is that knot in the stomach when you do the math and it is not enough.
There is that bitter knot when you are compared.
There is that knot in the quiet acceptance of a certain destiny.
There is that knot in the stomach before saying a “no” that would change everything.
There is that knot in the throat when you feel unreturned love.
There is that knot in the stomach when the body asks for rest and you cannot give it.
There is that slow relief of stopping, even if only for a moment.
There is that knot in the throat when you think about what never was.
There is that knot in the stomach of an old fear that returns.
There is that new strength in knowing you have already gone through it before.
There is that knot in the throat when the day ends and you do not know if you will survive.
Because life is not lived in constant extremes. It is lived in these small knots that tighten and loosen, that go down and up, that teach us to endure without hardening and to feel without breaking.
Not all knots are untied. Some only loosen enough to keep breathing. And that, even if no one says it, is also a way of being okay.
There is that knot in the air that enters differently when you get home and close the door.
There is that knot in the stomach when you wake up before the sun, with a full mind.
There is that knot in the faint light that slips through the window and touches your eyes.
There is that knot in the throat when you repeat a story that already tires you and still hurts you.
There is that knot in the good silence of a truth you were hoping would be told.
There is that knot in the stomach when you feel you disappointed someone without being able to avoid it.
There is that knot of gentle stillness in understanding that you cannot carry everything.
There is that knot in the throat when you watch someone leave who promised you and fulfilled nothing.
There is that knot of quiet dignity in not begging, even if it could fix things.
There is that knot in the stomach when time passes and nothing changes.
There is that steady pulse of continuing to wait for something to happen.
There is that knot in the throat when you say a name that still hurts.
There is that knot of satisfaction when something no longer affects you.
There is that knot in the stomach before a difficult message. There is the contained relief of sending it, even if there is no reply.
There is that knot in the throat when you pretend to be strong.
There is that knot in the stomach when you feel out of place.
There is that knot in the throat when the body remembers what the mind avoids.
There is that knot in the stomach when you do the math and it is not enough.
There is that bitter knot when you are compared.
There is that knot in the quiet acceptance of a certain destiny.
There is that knot in the stomach before saying a “no” that would change everything.
There is that knot in the throat when you feel unreturned love.
There is that knot in the stomach when the body asks for rest and you cannot give it.
There is that slow relief of stopping, even if only for a moment.
There is that knot in the throat when you think about what never was.
There is that knot in the stomach of an old fear that returns.
There is that new strength in knowing you have already gone through it before.
There is that knot in the throat when the day ends and you do not know if you will survive.
Because life is not lived in constant extremes. It is lived in these small knots that tighten and loosen, that go down and up, that teach us to endure without hardening and to feel without breaking.
Not all knots are untied. Some only loosen enough to keep breathing. And that, even if no one says it, is also a way of being okay.
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