In the Quiet

Taking the time to finish the novel I was working on when I was a child. Writing poetry from a character's perspective is always challenging, but fun.




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In the Quiet

Today I stood before the water, where the world falls quiet, and whispered to the wind again — placing my prayer into its unseen hands, trusting it to find you.

I asked God to carry my words to wherever your soul is.

I asked Him to tell you what has only grown louder in your absence.

The water trembled softly at my feet. The wind moved through my hair like a gentle memory. And in that sacred hush, I heard you.

Soft. Familiar.

My heart ached, and tears fell — not because I doubted, but because I understood.

The wind is now our only meeting place.

The quiet, our only bridge.

Every whisper I send into the sky is a letter I will never see answered.

That beautiful, unbearable knowing cuts deeper than words can hold.