I woke up late to silver light,
Dust in the air, the room so quiet.
Coffee gone cold beside the sink,
A thousand tabs of things to think.
The street below is rushing fast,
But I don’t want to chase like that.
I crack the window, let day in,
And hear my own breath start again.
No fireworks, no grand parade,
Just little choices that I make.
A softer pace, a steadier view,
A simple day that still feels true.
Open window, open sky,
Let the heavy noise pass by.
I don’t need to win today,
I just need a kinder way.
Open window, let me be—
Calm is not weak, it’s how I breathe.
I used to wear a restless smile,
Say “I’m okay” in perfect style.
I filled my weeks with borrowed dreams,
Ignored the cracks along the seams.
Now I water plants, I call back home,
I take a walk without my phone.
The world still spins, the news still shouts,
But peace can live in small amounts.
No fireworks, no grand parade,
Just little promises I keep.
A slower heart, a clearer mind,
A gentler life I’m learning to find.
Open window, open sky,
Let the heavy noise pass by.
I don’t need to win today,
I just need a kinder way.
Open window, let me be—
Calm is not weak, it’s how I breathe.
Maybe healing looks like this:
Unmade bed and morning bliss,
Washing cups and humming low,
Letting old expectations go.
Not a finish line to cross—
Just less fear, and less self-loss.
Open window, open sky,
I can let the pressure slide.
I don’t need to run so far,
I can bloom right where we are.
Open window, let me see—
A quiet life still belongs to me.
