The Silence That Healed Me

The room was quiet, but my thoughts weren’t—
They rattled like doors in a storm.
I cried for someone to stay...
But all I heard was silence.

Silence—
Once sharp as a blade,
Now soft as a shawl
I wrap around my soul.

I mistook loneliness for punishment,
Until I heard the sacred rhythm
In my own breath.
Every exhale was a letting go,
Every inhale, a reunion with myself.

I looked for meaning in others' eyes,
But it found me in the hush between sobs—
In moonlight spilling across the floor,
In birdsong echoing through empty walls,
In the slow unfurling of my heart.

The world did not abandon me.
It paused,
So I could finally listen.

To the whisper of healing.
To the warmth in my own voice.
To the holy hush
That made me whole again.

By Nivedhitha.