A Lake That Knows My Name

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I came here without questions,
and the water did not ask me any.

The hills held their distance kindly,
the moon kept only half a promise,
and the mist softened everything
I had carried too tightly.

No path asked me to choose.
No sound asked me to answer.

I stood inside the quiet
until it recognized me,
until even my thoughts
learned how to rest.

Some places do not heal you,
they simply remind you
that you were never broken.