I had so many illusions about the dignity of my silence, but today a completely settled matter got ruined.
We often hold our tongue believing that silence is a shield, quietly guarding our dignity and keeping things intact. The poet reflects on that tender illusion with a sigh, realizing that holding back words didn't save the moment—instead, it unraveled everything that seemed settled. It is a poignant reminder of how fragile our unspoken understandings can be, and how quickly a delicate peace can fall apart.
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