When Solitude Speaks

 

Does isolation rework the rhythm of the heart?

Bend it like wire, soften it like clay?

Teach it new ways to pulse, to pray?

To find its echo in silence?

Or does stepping back from the noise of the world

Turn your warmth into winter?

Your laughter into hush?

Your glow into something cool and guarded?

Maybe it’s both.

Maybe the cocoon feels like a coffin

Until you rise with new wings

Stretching into yourself again.

Not cold, but clear.

Not gone, but grown.

Not hardened, just whole.