AlmostA Poem by BreeI wish I could voice it, But the words won’t flow. Like a bird in a cage With nowhere to go. The words press on ribs. They beat on my chest, Rise in my throat Yet fear strangles them with an unbreakable rope Held down by the weight of my own restraint. I almost said it, but “almost” never changes a thing.
In every moment, I almost said it. But the words unravel before they can be spoken. All I’ve mustered is a quiet breath, A whisper of love that faded despite my unwavering devotion. I almost said it. I almost tried to, But the words were lost and swallowed by my pride. My heart screamed while I bit my tongue. Now the chance is dead and gone. I almost said it. Now “what if” is all I have left. You look at me like you already know Like you’re waiting, holding back until I let it show. Yet, I choke on the moment. Breathless confessions fill my lungs Yet my fear locks them away, forever unsung. I almost said it, But my silence wrote our ending. Here I am holding the match Too afraid to strike it and light what could burn forever Smothering the flame with doubt I watch as the love of soulmates drifts, My fear is the current, washing away a wish. I almost said it But almost love isn’t love at all. I wish I could force the words to break free Shatter the shackles of doubt wrapped around me. But my courage wilts, too weak to fight Like flowers left at a gravesite" A buried love never brought to life. Why is this so hard? I scream from the rooftops, but no one hears Words lost in the stars and swallowed by fear A ghostly silence filled only with tears Like a speech on stage, but the mic is off Or a message erased before it was caught Each time my gaze meets your eyes, I feel a fire that longs to rise Burning with love, but flickering too low Dimmed by the silence I can’t seem to let go
We fit like a song that’s never been played A melody fading, too timid to be made Yet, I let you slip away, let our love fade Like ink on a page erased by the rain Helplessly watching as our love decayed Your gaze now drifts, chasing something new A future I dread yet somehow still knew Now here I stand, drowning instead In the weight of the words I almost said. © 2026 Bree |
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Added on May 1, 2026 Last Updated on May 1, 2026 |

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