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Quiet Enough
After enough noise,
the body begins to carry it for you.
Stress settles low in the stomach.
Worry tightens around it.
A constant clenching,
as though something inside you
has confused vigilance
with survival.
The world keeps arriving anyway.
Another question.
Another decision.
Another small thing
laid carefully on top
of everything already there.
And after a while,
you stop wanting answers.
You stop wanting certainty.
You only want
one untouched moment.
A place where nothing
is being asked of you.
Where the body finally loosens
its grip on itself.
Where breathing stops feeling
like work.
Sometimes wisdom is nothing more
than walking quietly toward that silence
before you disappear inside the noise.
