"When the House is Quiet"
The house is quiet now.
No footsteps, no voices
no tugging at my name
like it's elastic.
It's strange how silence
can feel both like peace
and a mirror I didn't ask for.
I sit
between to-do lists and the ache of pause,
between "just breathe"
and "you should be doing something."
I love this hush,
but I'm still learning not to rush through it.
Still teaching my hands
they're allowed to rest
without guilt crawling up my spine.
Maybe
quiet is not a reward —
maybe it's a reminder
that I'm more than what I finish.🌻
-Wendy-
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From The Inside
PoetryA collection of a few, simple poems that i started writing a few years ago and some recent ones as well. "From The Inside ," is about my life stories and experiences in poetry form and what takes places inside my heart and mind.
