Between the Noise and the Sunlight
I carry quiet things
which I keep in my pocket
as folded notes
that I never read
but I always keep with me.
The sound of a laugh
that didn’t last long enough
the way the sky looked once
when everything felt possible
some days
i am made of questions
stacked like unfinished homework
what if
why not
when will it make sense
other days
i am just breathing
in
out
like that is enough
like that is everything
I have learned
that growing feels a lot like breaking
but softer
slower
like cracks in glass which remain hidden
until the light strikes at the exact moment.
I keep going forward
through all obstacles.
I exist
between the loud sounds
and the complete quietness
that exist between my past self
and my future self
my authentic self
stands under the sun
without any fear.
The person who waits
for me to arrive
has always believed
that I would reach this destination.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
