A Pocket Full of Stillness

I carry stillness in my pocket

Like a stone that keeps me grounded

When the world is loud and crowded

I remember how you sounded

Not your words, but the pause between

Where everything felt clean and seen

I’m learning to create that space

Inside my steps, inside my place

A pocket full of stillness

Is how I make a little wellness

I won’t rush the tender part

I’ll walk slow with my own heart

The skyline blurs in evening mist

A gentle proof I can exist

Without a script, without a sign

Just breathing out, then feeling fine

If longing knocks, I’ll let it in

Then let it leave like quiet wind

No drama, only honest bliss—

A pocket full of stillness