In the quiet spaces of my mind,
Echoes bounce off walls built from years gone by.
Memories, like dust, settle in the corners -
Fleeting, yet forever etched in the foundation.
We carry our past,
Heavy or light,
Invisible to others,
Yet shaping each step, each choice.
And in the darkest hours,
When silence is too loud,
Those echoes become voices,
Guiding, reminding, living.