The Letter Beneath the Flame

Some words were never meant to leave the page.
Some were meant to set it on fire.

🧱 Brick #5 – The Letter Never Sent

🖋️ The words you never said still echo.

Tonight, you don’t have to explain it.
You don’t have to justify it.
You only have to name it.

Write the letter.
To the one who never heard you.
The one who couldn’t see.
The one who left.
Or stayed too long.

You can sign it—or not.
You can fold it. Burn it.
Or tuck it inside a brick.

Because healing isn’t always loud.
Sometimes, it’s the soft scratch of truth
Finally written.

Some letters were never meant to be mailed.
They were meant to be written.
To name the wound.
To free the heart.

This is not about getting closure from them. It’s about giving it to yourself.

The silence you held wasn’t weakness.
It was survival.
But you don’t have to hold it anymore.
Not for them.
Not for peace.
Not even for closure.

You deserve the freedom of the
Unspoken turned to ash.
And if you write it all and still feel the ache?

Know this—
Even a whisper can become a roar
Once it’s released.

And if they never read it?
Let the flame answer for you.

—Auren