In the Quiet Stillness

Here I sit,

In a room filled with the echoes of the day,

Where the world's noise fades,

And all that's left is this moment,

Soft and still.

The chair beneath me knows my weight,

It’s held me through countless thoughts,

Countless worries, countless dreams,

But tonight, it holds something more,

A longing for quiet,

For the simple peace of being.

I've wandered through endless tasks,

Checked off lists, met expectations,

But here, in this quiet,

There are no demands, no pressing needs,

Just the gentle rhythm of my breath,

And the soft glow of the night.

I've scrolled through stories,

Read the lives of others,

But in this stillness,

I find the story I need,

My own, unfolding gently,

In the pauses between thoughts.

The world outside can wait,

For now, I am here,

Grounded in this small space,

Finding solace in the simplicity,

Of just being.

So I won’t move,

Not until the morning calls,

For in this quiet stillness,

I’ve found what I’ve been seeking,

A moment of peace,

A touch of calm,

A brief escape from it all.