This is not just a poem.
This is a guide. A mirror. A reminder
for those who carry the storm inside
and wear silence like armor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first, the calm was practiced \u2014
an outer garment stitched from necessity,
worn with poise,
even as the soul ached beneath like raw skin under wool.
We are taught to smile, to nod,
to play our part in the world\u2019s quiet opera.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But let me tell you this: So breathe. Inhale, as if drawing in moonlight. Sometimes music will help \u2014 A beloved pet may come. And what of the world? You say it like this:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI am tending to something sacred. You owe no explanation for your retreat. Calm is not just something we perform. We do not escape the pain by pretending it is gone. And when we rise again \u2014 -Mani<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This is not just a poem.This is a guide. A mirror. A reminderfor those who carry the storm insideand wear silence like armor. At first, the calm was practiced \u2014an outer garment stitched from necessity,worn with poise,even as the soul … Continue reading
If that calm does not seep inward,
it becomes pressure, not peace.<\/strong>
It becomes a volcano\u2014
silent, magnificent, and doomed to rupture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not to silence the chaos,
but to befriend it.
Let breath be your slow companion
through the narrow alleys of pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
Hold, as if cradling a wounded bird.
Exhale, like releasing dust from an ancient jar.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
a soft soundscape that coaxes your nerves into stillness.
But sometimes, even that is too much.
In those moments, sit with the dark.
Let it wrap around you like velvet.
Let it echo your silence,
without asking you to change a thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Their warmth, their rhythmic breath
can anchor you \u2014
but only if your world is quiet enough
to receive their peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The loud, fast, well-meaning world?
How do you say,
\u201cNot today. Not now. Leave me be.\u201d
without shame?<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
My healing is private, slow, and not always visible.
Your kindness is felt \u2014
but I need stillness more than sympathy right now.
Let me come back whole.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
Recovery is not a show.
Let the next generation know this:<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
It is something we cultivate \u2014
in breath, in silence, in boundaries,
in knowing when to be alone
and when to let the light in.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
We move through it, gently,
until stillness is no longer just a mask,
but a medicine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014and we will<\/em>\u2014
we rise from truth,
not performance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n