I drew

Despite everything, I drew

with unbreakable patience,

with a voice inside me that never fell silent.

I drew the landscape your eyes touched;

the gentle light that softly illuminated that scene,

the fragile hope that filtered through the darkness.

I drew the dusty roads of my childhood;

the wounds still lingering on my knees,

those small but stubborn steps I never abandoned...

As if each left a different mark within me.

Then I drew the horizon I lost myself in,

that vast world you call “life”;

a little incomplete, a little too much,

yet always real, always fragile.

I drew the weariness gathering in your eyes;

those silent screams that could not fit into the night,

those glances no one heard but that told everything...

I drew everything you devoted your life to;

the words you silenced for its sake,

the dreams you gave up,

the invisible weight you nurtured within...

And above all, I drew silence itself,

the kind that no one understands even when spoken,

the emptiness that deepens when nothing is said.

But this time I added one more thing:

the unfinished hopes,

the tomorrows yet to be lived,

and despite everything,

the possibility of beginning again...

Because I,

did not draw only what was,

but also what could be.