What Is This Silence

When the Sky Fell Quiet

What is this silence,

hanging heavy above me?

Th

like tired hands

brushing across

an endless blue.

I asked them,

“Will you hold me,

wrap me soft,

keep me safe?”

But the clouds whispered,

“We are only passing shadows.

We cannot be your blanket.

You have always carried

your own strength.”

Still, my chest tightens,

my breath stumbles,

each second

like it wants to break me.

The sky leans closer,

heavier,

until it shatters—

pieces of blue

falling like glass

around my heart.

They will call it an ending,

a collapse,

a fool

But I know—

beneath the breaking,

there is a strange peace.

Even in ruin,

the sky remembers

how to be blue.