If I had to describe who I am

I'm a handful of truths without a coat, mixed up with words that stick to my throat. I am what you see. The rest, what others say, it has no root to grow. I don't walk with crowds. I prefer few hands that they don't let me go when I'm shaking. Sometimes I look cold. I'm not. I just learned to close doors so that everything that breaks doesn't enter. There's struggles in me who left silent nailed to the shoulders. There are wounds that no one named and yet they are still open when the house smells of absence. And yet, here I am. Not intact. Not perfect. But standing. And that, Though they do not understand it, it's also a way of winning. ~Inma Bayon Granadero~✍️🤗🍂