Night Audit
At night, I conduct a private audit of myself. The phone is set face down, as if shame might leak from it. The room holds its breath. In the dark, I inventory what daylight refuses to tally: ambitions postponed, courage misfiled, the soft ache of becoming someone without instructions. I was raised on urgency, trained to outrun doubt, yet here the silence demands a slower accounting. Nothing is resolved. Still, the act of naming feels almost like mercy.
midnight ledger
the silence adds my name
to what remains
Copyright © Urvi Henna | Year Posted 2026
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