“The Quiet Between Waves”
When the world goes still, the heart learns its own language.
There’s a hush that lives between waves,
a silence shaped like breathing.
It waits for the moon to remember its pull.
For the tide to return what it borrowed.
I stand at the edge.
Half shadow, half salt.
Listening for a version of myself.
I might still recognize.
The sea doesn’t answer—
It only reflects.
It teaches in echoes.
forgets in rhythm.
And when I finally walk away,
it’s not the ocean I leave behind—
it’s the part of me
that believed silence meant
the end.
About the Creator
Emily
Poem lover, word collector, and believer in the quiet magic of language. I write to remember, to heal, and to find beauty in the spaces between silence and sound. Every poem is a heartbeat — a small proof that feelings can become art.
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