Unsaid

Here is a poem by contemporary American poet Dana Gioia about leading lives that are invisible to everyone else.

Unsaid

So much of what we live goes on inside—
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid.  What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.
leading lives that are invisible to everyone else.

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