Throughout the noise of passing days,  
I seek the sacred silence  
where clarity lies in waiting.  
I listen amidst shouts and the din,  
patiently awaiting peace to drift in  
like a dandelion seed on the wind.  

Each person I encounter
is a part of this universe
especially, the quiet ones,
their stories shaped
by the flow of time,
and even I am a traveller
trying to embrace
my place among the stars.  

Still, life endures
like stubborn weeds  
sprouting up through concrete,  
defying the cracks of cynicism
that threaten to spread out of control.  
Despite my moments of doubt,  
Time is a wise scholar,  
teaching me to be kind and gentle
towards others and myself.

And right here, in the rhythm
of my steady heartbeat,  
I claim my peace;  
it is real and honest,
a welcoming,
comforting emptiness
that swallows the remnants
of my long lost dreams.
  
My life is magnificent,  
even if it feels untamed,
and requires nurturing
with a shower of tears.  
I am, just like you
another person
under this timeless sky,  
as I continue to be
wholly and fiercely alive.  

©️Lizzie Bevis