Unspeakable

 So many talents are raw; uncaptured, undefined, untamed. Some truths are not for speaking of. But only felt… carried on, and moved forward.

There’s a space between the words I say.
Where something happened but didn’t expose.
A shape that shifts, a confused mind.
I almost know, but cannot name.

It lingers just beneath the obvious.
A quiet storm that cleansed the river.
Every time I discern, I understand something.
Like issues dissolving through what I clarify.

And I feel it more than I can show,
A wisdom no language seems to know.

It’s the unspeakable thing.
A silence that still tries to sing.
In every pause, in every tear.
In every choice I can make.
It’s the unspeakable thing,
A weight with neither form nor formless.
I carry it through so many years.
But I can’t say what it is, 

it’s just that unspeakable thing.

I’ve traced it through my memories,
Hidden in the grey area and in-betweens.
In every chat I took too long,
In every place I go around.

It’s not quite normal, not quite under control,
Not something I just forgot.
A presence shaped like what could be.
And what was never meant for me.

It pushes and pulls, then disappears.
An unspeakable that echoes through the years.

It’s the unspeakable thing
A silence that still manages to sing
In every sigh, in every frown,
In every choice I didn’t make.
It’s the unspeakable thing
A weight with neither this nor that,
I carry it through so long time,
But I can’t say what it is.

If I could name it, would it fade?
Or sharpened into something more understandable?
Is it truth or just a seam
In the fabric of a dynamic realm.

Or is it where the real begins
Beyond the edge of where I’ve been?

It’s the unspeakable thing
Not loss, not fake, but things with unusual themes.
The space where meanings overflow
Too uncommon for words to ever hold
It’s the unspeakable thing.
The quiet core of things happened to me.
And maybe it could be different,
Shall we collect evidence, or let it go without words?

So many things are raw.
Uncaptured, undefined, untamed.
Some truths are not for speaking of
But only felt… carried on, and be influential.

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