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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There are some who move through the world like a house with all the windows shut— no whisper from the attic, no footfall on the stair of the mind. Inside them, the furniture never shifts in the night, no childhood shadow dragging its chain, no mother’s hand reaching back through time to brush their cheek, no future self calling out from the far shore. I envy them, sometimes— the silent cathedral of their skulls, still as an emptied bowl. How clean the air must be without the burnt-toast scent of regret, without the constant mutter of the unloved child still pacing the corridor, barefoot, waiting to be held. But then I think— what do they do when grief comes in like a storm and there is no voice to warn them, no old ancestor humming a lullaby through the pipes, no ghost to say you have survived worse things than this, no inner choir to brace the rafters. I think of those minds as plains where nothing stirs, no animal rising from the grass, no wind lifting the hair of the lone traveler. And I think: maybe the voices— the cracked ones, the tender ones, the ones that embarrass us with their naked need— are the very pulse that keeps the dark from swallowing us whole. Some nights I lean close to the chatter, the murmurs and the warnings, the small girl crying, the old woman laughing, and I say stay— all of you— stay.
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