In the stillness of morning I sit all alone

In the stillness of morning, I sit all alone,

the weight of my breathing, a heavy, deep tone.

Each inhale a whisper, each exhale a sigh,

as silence envelops, I ponder and pry.

The cracked window opens, the light trickles in,

a soft, subtle dance of the day to begin.

My breath is a metronome, steady and clear,

it fills up the void with a rhythm I hear.

A heartbeat of solitude, honest and raw,

in the spaces between, I discover my flaws.

These sounds, they remind me, I’m wholly alive,

with each simple breath, I learn how to thrive.