This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
You have never tried,
to lose yourself inside a heart…
to silence your own voice
and become an echo in someone else’s silence.
You have never tried,
to carry the night until dawn in your eyes,
for the sake of one “maybe”
to swallow a thousand “nevers”.
You always watched from afar,
without reaching out your hand to the fire,
you described its warmth…
but you never knew what it means to burn.
You have never tried,
to accept the desire to break,
when shattering into pieces,
to still say “it was worth it”.
Yet some things
are only understood when falling,
and some people
remain only when they give up.
You are now the incomplete hero
of everything you never tried,
and I…
am the quiet victor of having tried and lost.
Perhaps that is why
you have never truly lived,
you have never truly tried…
Şereflişan, Melda Asya. "Hiç Denemedin." Unpublished, handwritten poem. 2026.