THE QUIET SOUL

I am the shadow in the crowded room, Soft steps, a quiet bloom. I don’t demand, I don’t proclaim, Yet I am here, just the same. I wear my silence like a cloak, A shield, a home, unbent, unbroke. I watch the world in measured ways, Lost in thought for endless days. I am the pause between the words, The whisper soft, the song unheard. I gather moments, let them steep, A soul that dives forever deep. But do not mistake my quiet grace, For emptiness or hollow space. I burn as bright, I love as true, Just in ways unseen by you.