Følelses isolation

Dansk digt

Du lærte stilheden alt for tidligt,

at gemme storme bag rolige øjne,

at bære verden i små hænder

uden nogen til at sige: det er okay.

Ingen kom, da hjertet råbte,

ingen sad ved siden af dine tårer,

ingen viste dig

at følelser ikke er noget, man skal skjule.

Så nu, når livet bliver tungt,

og mørket presser sig tæt på,

går du tilbage til det velkendte sted:

alene.

Du hvisker til dig selv:

vær stille, vær stærk, vær let at bære,

men indeni findes stadig barnet,

der bare ønskede at blive holdt.

Og måske, langsomt,

kan du lære noget nyt:

at du ikke er en byrde,

at dine følelser må fylde,

at nogen kan blive—

og blive hos dig.

English poem

You learned silence far too early,

to hide storms behind steady eyes,

to carry the weight of the world

in hands that should have been held.

No one came when your heart was calling,

no one sat beside your tears,

no one showed you

that feelings were safe to feel.

So now, when life grows heavy

and the dark leans in close,

you return to what you know best:

alone.

You whisper softly to yourself:

be quiet, be strong, don’t be too much,

but inside still lives a child

who only wanted to be held.

And maybe, slowly,

you can learn something new:

that you are not a burden,

that your feelings can take up space,

that someone can stay—

and stay with you.