A Pause in the Rush
Embracing Stillness in a World That Never Stops
In the hush before morning fully awakens,
Listen for the steady rhythm of your own heart.
It beats in quiet rebellion against the world’s demands
A gentle reminder that you are more than tasks and deadlines,
More than the perpetual sprint toward someone else’s idea of success.
Breathe in the morning light as it spills across your skin,
Notice how it warms you without asking for anything in return.
We are so used to running, leaping, chasing,
Forgetting that stillness has its own kind of magic!
A soft space where we can rediscover the wonder we lost in the frenzy.
Let the day unfold at a pace that honors your spirit.
Feel the wind brush your cheeks, taste the sunlight on your tongue,
Linger in the sweetness of a single moment.
This is not laziness, it’s self-preservation, it’s healing,
It’s the courage to choose presence over perfection.
So slow down and stand still in the center of the storm.
Your worth is not measured by how quickly you can race to the finish line.
Let the silence cradle you, let the world spin on without you for a while.
In that quiet pause, you’ll find the beauty of your own breath,
A daily testament that you are alive
You are enough
And you are allowed to rest.
About the Creator
Cai Fox
I write to capture unspoken emotions, timeless love, lingering fear, and inner battles through true crime, poetry, & deep dives, I aim to connect, inspire & provoke thought. Join me in exploring the unique mind
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Comments (3)
Whoaaa, that was extremely powerful! Loved your poem!
Aww, wow! I needed this today 🥹 I love it especially this line: "Let the silence cradle you, let the world spin on without you for a while." It's so soothing and comforting ❤️ Thanks for sharing~
Nice work. I really enjoyed this story. Keep up the good work.