Vessel

the story you swallowed
 in silence
     ripens 

      like fruit too long
           on the branch—
       ready to fall
 into hungry hands
your voice is
  the frequency of
          every unspoken truth
          every prison door
      that refused to open
           until you learned
                to become the key

speak and watch
      how your words
           find their way
        to the locks
 in other hearts
          
 holding
     space for them—
           the perfect lock
        waiting for your story

what you thought
      was only yours
           becomes a bridge
           becomes a ladder
           becomes the match
 that lights fires
      in rooms
           you will never see

trust the weight
   of what you carry:
       it was meant
            to be shared
       not as burden
 but as gift—

 you’re breaking open
      someone else’s
          way through