seen from Brazil
seen from China
seen from France
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from France
seen from Malaysia
seen from Italy
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Russia
seen from Tunisia
seen from Norway
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from India
Silent Offerings
I laid my pain on the altar—
hands open, raw, hoping for grace.
But the room stayed cold.
They took my silence as peace,
my quiet as consent.
So now I keep my offerings close,
sacred and unseen.
Because some wounds aren’t for sharing.
They’re for guarding.
