The wind whispers secrets of the earth
as I close the window, sealing the scent
of damp soil and distant memories
while the clock halts at twelve.
Silence wraps around me like a shawl
each breath a rhythm, steady yet hesitant
holding back the tears that dare to fall
in the quiet of this moment.
Courage finds its way through cracks
in acknowledging the tremors within
where strength and frailty intertwine
and weakness becomes my boldest truth.
