Writing Through Silence: My Poetic Ritual
How quiet moments become the birthplace of my words

In the hush before dawn,
when the world forgets to speak,
I sit with an empty page,
listening to the breath between my thoughts.
The clock hums softly,
like a heartbeat I didn’t know I missed.
My pen waits, patient as the moon,
until a single word drips into the stillness.
It is here—
in the pause between coffee sips
and the slow curl of morning light—
that I gather pieces of myself
scattered by yesterday’s noise.
I write not to fill the silence,
but to honor it—
to let my hands translate the language
only my heart understands.
Every line is a quiet offering,
a bridge between what I feel
and what I dare to say aloud.
And when the poem ends,
I close my notebook gently,
knowing the silence has given me
more than words—
it has given me back myself.

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Habib king
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