The feeling with no name drifts like fog, Silent, but heavy,
A pull from somewhere deep Where words don’t reach.
It settles like a quiet ache, Heavy in the chest,
A sadness too deep to cry for,
Only felt,
Like a wound you can’t explain.
It comes and goes, unbidden,
A shadow with no source,
Lingering in the spaces between breaths,
In the stillness after every sigh.
But even in this quiet place,
A flicker stirs, a gentle light,
Softly breaking through the haze,
Reminding me that even here,
Hope can still take root and rise.
Kayt
Oct24
