A sigh escapes where silence grows, In fragile hearts, the sorrow shows, A weight unspoken, yet it's there, a quiet hurden, thin as air.
The world spins on, it's pace unkind, yet whispers linger in mind, "You've done enough", a tender plea, a truth that sets the weary free.
Each breath, a pause, a fleeting gift, through tears, the clouds begin to lift,
No need for words, no need for pride, it's okay to just survive.
Inhale the pain, exhale the fear, a rhythm steady, soft, sincere, For even when the worlds feel wrong, your breath becomes your healing song.
So, rest dear soul, and simply be, there's grace in your fragility, The air will hold you, trust it's care, in every breath, you're always there.
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Fragments of Thought
PoesíaThe transient murmurs of the cosmos, the elegance of love in its most untainted state, and the silent truths of something I once called life.
