There is a space between words,

a quiet room in the mind where thoughts drift

like dust motes in the afternoon sun.

It is here I meet myself,

not the self that speaks loudly to the world,

but the one that lingers in shadows,

collecting memories, conversations, and feelings

that never fully found a place to rest.

We carry echoes of the past,

sometimes gentle, sometimes sharp,

fragments of moments both remembered and forgotten.

They shape the way we move through the world,

the way we touch, listen, and respond.

And yet, they are not burdens —

they are reminders of what it means to be human,

to feel, to think, to question.

Poetry becomes a mirror for these echoes,

a space where the silent voice can speak freely.

Each line, a reflection; each pause, a breath;

each word, a gentle acknowledgment of experience.

Through writing, I offer these fragments a home,

a place to rest without judgment,

a place to be seen and understood.

In the quiet, I discover freedom.

In reflection, I find connection.

And in the soft rhythm of words,

I learn to honor both the noise and the silence

that live within me,

and within all of us.

— Poetic Sage