The Quiet Weight – Poem by Amy Wallace

I lingered in the hush of morning, like fog settling softly on empty streets. My hands full of years and small kindnesses, my voice a quiet bird, waiting to sing.

And in the silence, I whispered to the drifting light:" Why wasn’t I worth a real conversation?"

You left me in silence, no word, no glance, just the quiet weight of being unseen. A gentle ache settled in my chest, as if I had been nothing more than an afterthought, a shadow passing unnoticed.

Yet even in that quiet, there are some flames in my life, steady and warm, that see me, respect me, love me. They hold me when the world does not, a quiet hearth in the cold.

You helped me keep finding the courage to be, glowing as best I can in the quiet way I know how. Because even a trembling light is still a light, and mine is still burning.