You woke up before the sun today, and the house was quiet in a way that felt like permission.
Not the kind you ask for. The kind that just shows up when you’ve stopped asking.
There’s a version of you still carrying last year’s plans like luggage you forgot to unpack.
Set it down. Not forever — just long enough to see what you’re actually holding.
The coffee’s still warm. The road’s still there. And whatever you were afraid of has been waiting so long it might have forgotten why.
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ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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The pause in this poem is like holding one's breath not sure what will happen after. There is tension in the calm and expectation in the peace. It is a moment between seconds when all hangs in the balance. Very nicely done William a fave
The pause is so real…thank you friend
Most welcome William
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