Affirmation of Repose

I speak the stillness into form,
A vow beneath the quiet storm—
Where breath is soft, and time forgets
To race, to ache, to place regrets.

I claim the hush between each thought,
The peace the rushing world forgot.
This moment—mine, in calm’s embrace,
A temple built in open space.

I do not chase the rising sun,
Nor beg the stars for what’s to come.
I trust the moon to wax and wane,
And rest in rhythm, not in strain.

The world may turn, the winds may blow,
But I am rooted deep below.
A tree that leans to sip the light,
Yet sleeps unshaken through the night.

In stillness, I am not less strong.
Repose, the pause that rights the wrong.
I gather strength in being still—
I am enough, and always will.

— So let me breathe, release, restore,
I am the quiet I was longing for.