Seen

There exists a silence
you cannot find anywhere else

not in meditation
nor in conversations
where you say
that you’re doing fine

but there

on your knees
your hands bound
your breath high in your chest
while someone truly looks

not the way the world looks
past one another
but straight through you

as if all the layers
you spent years building
dissolve one by one
beneath fingers
words
pain
attention

and suddenly
you no longer have to explain yourself

the version of you
that had to remain standing
because that’s what is expected
falls away

only the now remains

the moan
that escapes
before you can stop it

the trembling in your legs
the burning on your skin
the mental abyss
you slowly sink into
without fear
because someone catches you
while you fall

that is perhaps
what people never fully understand

that perversity
for many
is not an escape
but a return

a return to feeling
to breathing
a return to the body
that for years merely functioned

the whip
that quiets thoughts
beyond silence

the humiliation
that strips away ego
until only truth remains

the sadism
that does not destroy
but opens

as though every boundary
every tear
every shiver
is a doorway
to something deeper

I see it happen
again and again

how someone slowly changes
how tension leaves their shoulders
how resistance dissolves
how the mind finally falls silent

the world stops turning for a moment

no past
no tomorrow
no expectations

only breathing
touch
pain
surrender

and somewhere
between the moaning
the writhing
the fighting
and the letting go

balance emerges

a strange kind of peace
that does not need to be soft
to feel healing

because sometimes the road to liberation
simply runs through the darkest parts
of ourselves

through sadism
through desire
through everything
that was never allowed
to be spoken aloud

until the heart
finally grows lighter

and someone
with tear-filled eyes
exhausted
kneeling at your feet

is not broken

but seen.