After the Noise

After the Noise

When everything became too loud,

I did not disappear completely,

I simply stepped inward

and stayed there for a while.

There is a strange comfort

in not needing to perform happiness,

in allowing ordinary moods

to exist without correction.

The world expects clear answers,

reasons, plans, certainty,

yet most days are made

from smaller and quieter truths.

I found meaning in repetition,

folded clothes, opened curtains,

walked familiar roads

until they felt new again.

Nothing remarkable happened then,

no sudden lesson appeared,

only a gradual return

to things I once overlooked.

I noticed light on kitchen walls,

the relief of unanswered pressure,

the comfort of not rushing

towards somebody else’s timeline.

Healing never looked impressive,

it arrived in unnoticed pieces,

slow enough to miss

unless I paid attention.

Now I protect my peace differently,

less explanation, more presence,

less proving, more living,

and somehow that feels enough.

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