The Quiet Behind My Eyes

The Quiet Behind My Eyes

The world grows heavy when I think,

a weight that settles in my mind,

shadows move behind my eyes,

like thoughts I never learned to tame.

I walk through days with steady breath,

pretending I am standing strong,

underneath my calmest smile,

a thousand memories quietly stir.

Some rise like gentle echoes now,

soft murmurs brushing at my heart,

while others cut with colder hands,

reminding me of who I was.

I try to face them one by one,

to let them pass without a fight

though they linger in the dark,

I stand my ground through every wave.

The quiet holds me in its grip,

a place where I must learn to rest,

in the stillness of its touch,

I find the pieces I once lost.

I breathe and let the silence speak,

and though its voice is faint at first,

it leads me to a softer truth,

that healing comes in gentle steps.