Listening

Alone in the silence. 

Alone in the dark. 

I’m listening to the quiet night. 

I’m listening to my heart. 

The world has stepped back, 

far enough to let me 

hear myself exist... 

Here I am

with no liability. 

I can be only me. 

No demands, 

no expectations. 

No cagebuilt rules

pressing against my pulse. 

Waves arrive, 

then leave again... 

Asking nothing. 

Taking nothing. 

The ocean breathes, 

and I breathe with it. 

Unmeasured. 

Unowned. 

My heart keeps time, 

softly... 

As if it doesn’t want

to disturb the dark. 

I am small here, 

but free. 

Held between water and sky. 

No voices, 

no names

no weight to carry... 

Only this moment

where the night listens back, 

and lets me stay... 

Merry

20/01-26

Touched, Not Taken

When the first note finds my skin,
it doesn’t ask permission.
It settles into my chest
like a familiar hand
that knows where I keep my ache.

Music touches me
in ways language never learned.
A brush against the ribs,
a slow exhale behind the eyes,
a pulse that says stay.

It was my first love,
and it will be my last.
The only constant,
that never asked me to be smaller,
never left when the silence grew heavy.

The world is loud with wanting,
with clocks and voices and sharp edges,
but I turn the volume just enough
to build a wall made of sound.
Nothing gets through that doesn’t belong.

In this space, I am held.
Every chord leans closer,
every lyric breathes against my ear
like a secret meant only for me.
I am not watched here. I am not needed.

I disappear without leaving,
float between beats,
let the song carry the weight
I’ve been pretending isn’t heavy.

When the music ends,
the world knocks again,
but for a while...
I was somewhere softer,
somewhere I could be touched
without being taken.

- Merry -