I did not come here to be seen...

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I did not come here to be seen.
I came because the flowers remember
what I no longer say.

The fog touches me
like an old friend
who knows the ache I keep hidden
beneath my quiet breath.

My kimono holds the shadows
I have outgrown,
yet still I wear them with tenderness,
every sorrow has its own soft grace.

If I walk slowly,
it is not hesitation.
It is reverence
for everything that once hurt
and everything that once healed.

And if my eyes seem far away,
it is only because
my heart is still learning
how to return.

But I am here now,
among blooms that forgive me,
in a field that has waited longer
than any dream.

Let the world blur
and the night deepen,
I will remain.

For this quiet is mine.
And this silence
is the first thing
that has ever
listened.