I’ve learned to find comfort in the quiet,
Where my thoughts are my only company,
And I’m the quiet moments, I wonder
if the comfort of solitude is worth the ache of being unknown
I’ve grown accustomed to the stillness,
To the certainty that I need no one,
And no one needs me.
But sometimes,
A flicker of something else emerges,
A longing I can’t quite place or name.
It comes in brief flashes,
When I see others laugh together,
When I hear someone speak my name with genuine care,
And for a fleeting moment,
I wonder what it might feel like.
To be held in the circle of someone’s warmth,
To be seen not as a passing shadow,
But as something more.
Yet, just as quickly as it comes,
I pushed it away.
Perhaps it’s safer here.
In the silence I’ve known,
Where there are no expectations,
No disappointments,
Only the steady rhythm of solitude
That has always been my own.
Still, sometimes in the quiet of the night,
I wonder if, somewhere deep inside,
I am waiting for something
Or someone
To break through this stillness,
And remind me what it means
To belong.
~ my first ever complete poem.