It doesn't raise its voice.
It doesn't ask to be believed.
It simply remains-
quiet,
unshaken,
watching the noise pass.

The truth that doesn't lie
sits in the space between
what was said
and what was meant.

It doesn't argue.
It doesn't follow sides.
It waits
for the moment
you stop running.

You may cover it
with doubt,
with story,
with silence-
but it stays.

Not to punish,
not to shame,
only to be seen.