There’s a stillness in my chest
I don’t try to understand
Not relief, not happiness
Just something I can stand
It doesn’t rush toward meaning
It doesn’t lean on fear
It sits beside my breathing
And stays near
The world keeps moving somewhere else
But not inside this room
Time loosens its grip on me
Like it always knew
I don’t call this peace yet
It feels too young, too new
Some feelings aren’t ready
To be true
I let it stay unfinished
I don’t press it into form
This calm hasn’t learned its name
But I know how it feels
It doesn’t promise anything
It doesn’t need to heal
This calm hasn’t learned its name
And that’s alright
Some things are only meant
To arrive
I don’t reach for tomorrow
I don’t rewrite the past
I stay with what is breathing
And let it last
The air feels kind around me
Like it knows my pace
I don’t need to be more
Than this space
If this feeling learns to speak
I’ll listen when it does
This calm hasn’t learned its name
But I know it’s mine
