I take what happened
and sharpen it.
The feelings don't disappear.
They just fold themselves inward,
deeper and deeper,
until they become a kind of
elegant loneliness
I do not punish myself loudly.
There is no spectacle to it.
No collapse, no visible ruin.
I do it the way careful people do:
quietly, precisely,
with intention.
Contemporary Poetry, Emotional Poetry, Emotional Suppression, Grief, Hidden Pain, Inner Pain, Loneliness, Mental Health Poetry, Poetry, Sad Poetry
Meet the Author
Malana Kline
Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Malana Kline is a writer and artist with a love for creative expression in all its forms. She writes poetry and fiction, exploring everything from the intimate and melancholic to the strange and imaginative. Beyond writing, she creates digital art and enjoys photography and crafting. Her work is driven by curiosity, creativity, and a fondness for finding beauty in the details.
Come curious. Stay weird. 🌿
Let’s connect
Join the fun!
Stay updated with our latest tutorials and ideas by joining our newsletter.
Leave a Reply