the storm came,
it always does.
but you—
you were the anchor.
you kept me from sinking,
from pulling into the depths
of my own turmoil.
sometimes, i float
in the noise of everything,
but i always come back to you.
your stillness pulls me in,
like the tide always pulls
the shore.
i had never known
how integral silence could be
until you made it feel safe.
how steady peace could be,
how the weight of your presence,
tethers me to the surface,
keeping me from
floating away
and losing myself
in the storm
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 4:03 AM UTC
the storm came,
it always does.
but you—
you were the anchor.
you kept me from sinking,
from pulling into the depths
of my own turmoil.
sometimes, i float
in the noise of everything,
but i always come back to you.
your stillness pulls me in,
like the tide always pulls
the shore.
i had never known
how integral silence could be
until you made it feel safe.
how steady peace could be,
how the weight of your presence,
tethers me to the surface,
keeping me from
floating away
and losing myself
in the storm
it’s not until you’ve chased every high that you realize peace holds you better. you were the calm i never knew i needed; while i was busy chasing what left me empty, it was your stillness that held me, your peace that made me whole.