"Stillness, After the Storm"

I unlace the hours,
one frantic second at a time,
letting the noise tumble out
like breath from a drowning chest.

The city hums behind my ribs—
a fading neon memory—
its sirens still echo in my pulse
but fainter now, like dreams at dawn.

I drink silence
in slow, uneven sips,
tongue learning the taste
of unhurried rain,
of wind that doesn't chase.

My hands forget the weight
of clocks, of calendars,
of phones that screamed like crows
at the edge of every moment.

In this exile of peace,
I remember myself—
not the version stitched in deadlines
but the soft, unbranded soul
that once watched clouds and meant it.

Here, in the gentle collapse
of doing,
of proving,
of running—
I am simply.

And that is enough.

©️anie