[2. The Stillness Within]
She leans inside a breathing space,
no more to flee, no more to fight.
The time that once awoke her pace
now rests within her hands, held tight.
A breath of wind through leaves is cast,
the branches bend in quiet play.
She listens—hearing none but past—
her storm grows still and fades away.
Her gaze dissolves in weightless drift,
her body calm, a soundless thread.
Entwined with life, once torn and swift,
the fear dissolves, though pulses tread.
No urge remains, no goal, no strain,
just being in the room’s embrace.
A resting deep in earthen grain—
a soul that heals in silent grace.
