Seclusion
In the quiet corners where shadows breathe,
I fold myself into the silence.
No footsteps, no voices,
Just the soft hum of thoughts
touching the walls of my mind.
The world feels distant here—
like a fading echo,
a blurred horizon
that no longer asks anything of me.
In this seclusion,
I hear the heartbeat I once ignored,
the whispers of dreams
I left half-written,
the softness of wounds
still learning how to heal.
Loneliness does not frighten me now;
it teaches.
It strips away the noise,
revealing the truth beneath my skin—
that even in solitude,
I am complete,
I am breathing,
I am becoming.
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