In The Quiet Between

 When words fall apart

and silence grows loud,

when colors fade gently

from every crowd—

When the road feels broken,

no signs in sight,

and even the morning

forgets its light—

You stand in the stillness,

unsure, unplanned,

with questions slipping

like grains of sand.

No map to follow,

no voice to guide,

just echoes of doubt

you try to hide.

But somewhere within,

beneath all the gray,

a quiet beginning

is finding its way.

Not loud, not sudden,

not bold or grand—

just a fragile hope

you don’t yet understand.

So breathe in the pause,

let nothing be clear,

for even in lostness

a path can appear.