“Where the Quiet Begins”

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“Where the Quiet Begins”

She walks where the sky forgets itself,
where colors loosen their grip
and slip into softer versions of truth.

Her shadow learns the rhythm of the wind,
a slow, deliberate sway
like a heartbeat finally tired of hiding.

Nothing chases her.
Nothing saves her.
The path simply opens —
as if the world is exhaling
after holding its breath for centuries.

And she keeps moving,
carrying the kind of calm
that’s born only after the storm
has taken everything
except the will to keep going.

Poem by ©Arlo
Prompting and rendering by ©Sorrah