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 refu...