Sometimes, I feel sad for no reason at all.
Like a quiet rain inside my chest,
dripping, dripping, never stopping.
Mama says, You’re too sensitive,
but I don’t know how to be anything else.
I see it in their eyes—
the women in old photographs,
their faces frozen in time,
their smiles stretched thin like thread.
Great-Grandma, Grandma, even Mama—
they all look like they’re waiting
for something that never came.
I hear it in the way they move,
hands scrubbing floors,
stirring soup, folding laundry,
never resting, never reaching
for something just for them.
Like love was a thing meant for others,
never for them, never for us.
Sometimes, I think their sadness
leaked into my bones before I was born.
Like a story whispered in the dark,
like a song I never learned
but somehow already know.
It sits in my chest heavy as a secret,
loud as a heart wanting more.
I want to tell them—I hear you.
I want to hold their hands and say—
You were always enough.
Maybe if I say it enough times,
it will reach back through time
and stitch up all the broken places.
Maybe then, the rain in my chest
would finally stop falling.
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