GATHERED

I sit in the hush beneath my thoughts,  
my memories drifting like dust in angled light,  
nothing rising quickly  
or asking to be named.  

The world outside softens around the edges,  
its colors dimming~
being pulled toward the quiet center  
where my soul waits, listening.  

Shadows move gently here~  
not with fear,  
but with the tenderness of things  
I once turned away.  
They open slowly in my hands,  
their stories trembling  
before settling back into my chest.  

In this interior stillness  
I feel myself gathered~  
not polished,  
not resolved,  
simply held  
by the truth of being here.

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