Unseen Posture

In the quiet, I settle, my body unfolds,

     slouched on the couch with the light spilling in,

     curtains rustle softly, their secrets retold,

     a shadowed reflection of what hides within.

I curl like a question, arms crossed and tight,

     as if shielding my heart from the world’s gaze,

     unguarded, invisible, in the fading light,

     a moment unmeasured in this silent maze.

There’s beauty in stillness, though no one can see,

     the thoughts untangle as breaths come and go,

     I sit in the rawness, just me and the plea,

     to be known for the whispers and all that I know.