I seek a place where I can simply be myself.

There is a longing, soft and persistent,

to find the rhythm where I do not have to fight.

In silent moments, I feel the song that asks for nothing,

only to be heard.

Sometimes I wonder:

Is there a place where being is enough?

Not measured, not weighed — simply alive.

I realize:

The pulse I seek is already within me,

waiting for me to listen.