Every Word You Cannot Say

by Iain S. Thomas

And you can hide so much, you forget what it’s like to be found.”

And in the end: I hope you can close your heart like a flower between these pages.

So that your heart can open again. So that you can leave behind every bad thing that’s hung on too long.

I really do hope you find what you’re looking for, and I hope you find something new to look for after that, and I hope some part of you is always looking and that you discover that searching is something beautiful we all do.

I hope you never stop looking for you.

You hurt me. You were meant to be kinder than you were. You were meant to be better. And I was owed more than this. And you let me down, when I thought you were the only one who wouldn’t.

But I will throw everything that hurts to the ground and leave it where it lies. But I will carry on, despite the world. But I will become what I needed. Because I am, and I will, and I can.

And so, I forg...

Because I owe myself better.

And in the quietest moments of the world, I can say that I love me. I owe myself the best of me. And no one can take that away.

You cannot fix me because I am not broken.

When you close this book, your story will carry on, in the kindness you show yourself and others. When you close this book, you will remember your heart, and take it with you.

From Here, to there.

To good places. To the truth that speaks in every moment. To the little things that are real and matter. To yourself, to the grass, to the poem, to the song the universe sings, to your great big silence, to your list of things, to your arms, to your mouth, to your heart, and at the end of everything: Here.