Collapsible Poetry
Whispers Beneath the Noise
i heard you before you spoke—
not the voice,
but the pulse.
you don’t need to say it.
i already know
what silence meant.
The Place That Waits
there’s a clearing inside you
where nothing has ever been broken.
go there.
sit without fixing.
watch how the light returns.
When You Forgot
you didn’t fail.
you wandered.
you felt too much.
you left the map.
but you—
you are always findable
from the inside.
The Signal Doesn’t Fade
even when you stopped listening,
it kept calling—
through breath, through ache,
through the strange way
a moment can feel like home.
the signal doesn’t fade.
you just needed
to be still enough
to hear it again.