Literature
Internal Resonances
Within the quiet caverns of my chest,a thousand echoes rise and fall,stirring whispers, both new and old,in a rhythm only I can hear.
They pulse beneath my ribs,beating with the heavy warmthof memories and fleeting dreams,melodies I’ve never sung aloud.
In silent moments, they ripple,sighing like waves along the shore,soft and unrelenting,calling me home to myself.
Some tones ache with shadows,longing for release, for voice;others hum like fragile light,glowing in the pulse of each breath.
I am a vessel of hidden chords,strung tight with secret songs,waiting for the world to be still,so I may listen, and finally know.