There’s a place where silence shivers. Not from cold, but from the strain of something just beyond the veil that might be wonder, might be pain.
I stand there often… Breath held tight, one foot grounded, one in the air – afraid to fall, but more afraid of never knowing at all.
Curiosity is a wild wind that hums through bones and pulls at skin, whispering, “go on, just one more step.”
While fear says, “you won’t ever come back in.”
They wrestle in my hollow chest, these two I just cannot seem to tame; one drawn to light beyond the ridge, one burned before and still feels flames.
And yet, the fire is beautiful. It dances, even as it warns. I reached, though ashes cling to my hands; not brave, perhaps, just battle-worn.
To live is not to choose between the aching and the new, but to stand trembling in between.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 11:49 AM UTC
There’s a place where silence shivers. Not from cold, but from the strain of something just beyond the veil that might be wonder, might be pain.
I stand there often… Breath held tight, one foot grounded, one in the air – afraid to fall, but more afraid of never knowing at all.
Curiosity is a wild wind that hums through bones and pulls at skin, whispering, “go on, just one more step.”
While fear says, “you won’t ever come back in.”
They wrestle in my hollow chest, these two I just cannot seem to tame; one drawn to light beyond the ridge, one burned before and still feels flames.
And yet, the fire is beautiful. It dances, even as it warns. I reached, though ashes cling to my hands; not brave, perhaps, just battle-worn.
To live is not to choose between the aching and the new, but to stand trembling in between.
