The heart once sought noise.

The soul was loud—

needing the littlest attention,

yet never settling.

Always seeking.

It couldn’t sit with itself,

not even for a second.

There was never a moment of silence.

It craved the crowd’s gaze.

But life humbled the soul.

Slowly, it began to quiet.

It no longer chased the crowd.

It longed for silence—

and its owner practiced it.

They started seeing life as fleeting.

Nothing was theirs to keep.

Nothing would follow to the grave

except good deeds

left behind with their Lord.

So they sought solace—

and in solace, found solitude.

And in solitude, peace.

The soul grew quieter.

It practiced kindness and gratitude.

It flinched at the faintest immorality.

It stayed silent in rooms full of gossip.

And it started noticing—

like it could read people

by their character and emotions.

It knew who was sad,

and who masked joy.

It took things lightly.

It let things go.

It just… noticed.

Never spoke of its own emotions,

but understood others deeply.

And like that—

the soul took life as a poem.

A little lamp,

shining quietly in the darkest room.

It found itself

in solitude.🧘🏾‍♀️