If I Spoke the Truth of My Heart

If I Spoke the Truth of My Heart

There are silences that sit in our chests like folded letters—unsent, unsaid, unread. They throb quietly beneath every breath, nudging our spirit with the question: What if I said everything, the way I felt? What if I poured my soul, uncensored and uncut, into the chalice of truth and let the world drink from it?

In a world that rewards polish over passion and pretence over presence, voicing one’s true emotions becomes an act of rebellion. The heart, though tender, houses tempests. And truth, when undiluted, can either build bridges or burn them down.

The Courage to Bare the Soul

To speak every feeling as it comes—without filter, without fear—would be like stripping one’s soul bare before a mirror of infinite reflections. But society, ever watchful and often judgmental, teaches us to withhold: don’t speak of your pain too loudly, don’t express your joy too openly, don’t question too deeply. One becomes a curator of emotions, displaying only what is socially palatable and safely acceptable.

Yet philosophy teaches us otherwise. The Stoics remind us of the virtue in authenticity; the Gita speaks of swadharma, one’s true nature. Rumi whispers through the winds:
“Don’t get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure.”

And still, we hesitate.

Because saying everything we feel might mean shaking the very ground beneath relationships built on assumptions. It might mean admitting that we are not as strong, nor as indifferent, nor as content as we pretend to be.

The Poetic Heart’s Dilemma

Imagine telling someone they were your dawn after a night of weeping. That their absence hollows out your evenings like a bell without a tongue. Or admitting that some days, the silence feels louder than screams, and memories curl like smoke in your mind, choking your reason.

What if you told the world you are afraid? That the smile is rehearsed, the laughter timed, and the eyes—though open—carry the weight of unseen wars?

– Would it bring solace or solitude?

– Would the truth liberate or isolate?

– Or would it do both?

When Truth Becomes Redemption

There is, of course, a catharsis in honesty. It is the river that cleanses the mind of emotional debris. It is the balm that numbs the ache of long-held lies we tell ourselves.

Yes, saying everything as one feels might cost us comfort. It might cost us companionship. But it will gift us truth—raw, ruthless, and redemptive.

There is quiet dignity in being vulnerable. There is unmatched power in a trembling voice that speaks its truth. Because, in the end, even if the world doesn’t understand, the soul will stand a little taller for not having betrayed itself.

Stanzas of the Soul

If I said it all, the way it lay,
Not dressed in decorum, nor tucked away—
Would you embrace the storm I hide,
Or turn your face, your truth denied?

If I whispered grief into the rain,
Would you still dance or walk away in vain?
If joy leapt out like sparks at night,
Would you hold my flame or fear the light?

If silence shattered into song,
Would I still feel I don’t belong?
And if my words cut through the grey,
Would I be heard—or sent away?

Yet here I stand, unsure, unsure—
A heart too loud, a mind demure.
But know this truth if nothing more:
To feel is human—to speak it, pure.