KNOCKING FOR CLOSURE

A Testimony in Three Echoes

I ain’t too proud to say I begged.

Not on my knees,

but with my presence…

showing up when I shoulda walked off.

I knocked soft at first

hopin' they’d open up

before I had to break.

But the door stayed shut,

even though I heard ‘em movin' on the other side.

Laughter through the keyhole.

Footsteps walkin’ away from what we built.

I ain’t knock just once.

I came back.

Different tone. Different clothes.

Same heart. Same pain.

And they still ain’t answer.

So I stood there, holdin’ memories like weapons

I didn’t want to use.

Tryna decide if I was wrong

for wantin’ a reply

from someone who already sent silence as their answer.

Closure?

A myth.

A fairytale for the ones who ain’t bleed out on the porch.

I had to stitch up with no thread…

just resolve.

I left notes under that door.

Truths I didn’t owe ‘em.

And when I walked off?

I ain’t slam it.

Didn’t curse ‘em out.

Didn’t beg 'em to follow.

Just whispered,

“You ain’t gotta answer. I found peace in the silence.”

And that was the loudest thing I ever said.

“After the begging and the banging, comes the stillness. Not peace… stillness.”

That pause where your spirit catches up.

Where you relearn how to breathe

without apology.

Daydreams fill the space where answers used to live

but don’t get it twisted.

Stillness is strategy