Quiet Harbor

Days roll fast now like they're late for something.

News like gravel in the mouth. Opinions like knives for nothing.

I scroll past stories that aren't even mine.

And still my chest tightness like I'm the one on the front line.

I've learned the world can feel like a loud machine

that never shuts off, never lets you breathe.

And I'm not asking for a perfect life, just a corner of the day.

Where my shoulders drop. Where my mind stops standing guard.

Peace isn't a luxury. It's survival with dignity.

I want a quiet harbor in the middle of this sea.

Not escape, just home to be.

Let the world keep shouting. Let it spill what it spills.

I want a quiet harbor.

Will my soul get still?

Build me a table, two honest voices, a small prayer without fear.

A night that doesn't demand choices.

I don't need more speed. I need more days.

I don't need to win the war. I need peace. in my breath.

The strongest task of the day is refusing to become the storm.

I want a quiet harbor in the middle of this sea.

Not escape just home to be.

Let the world keep shouting.

Let it spill while it spills.

I want quiet at harbor when my soul gets still.

You’re tired... Don't call it weakness,

call it a signal that you were built for more than this

I want a quiet heart.

No medals, no parade, just a life that doesn't crush me every day.

Let me love my people. Let me sleep let me heal.

I want a quiet harbor where something real can feel real.