Midnight Solace

I found you in the quiet places no one thinks to look.

In the hush of the wind, a breath laid gently on my skin,

where silence lingers long enough to be understood.

Reflections shivering across the water, the moon cradling its light,

like the night carried what I no longer could.

Crickets stitched the darkness with a soft, steady hymn,

each fragile note landing where my spirit used to fracture.

There was solace in the stillness where fear once settled in my bones,

and for once, nothing in me reached for escape.

Shadows, whispers, and all the quiet things of night

turned gentle in my presence, as if they finally knew my name—

the fractures I once carried,

outlined in silver by the dark, no longer something to conceal.

There is a beauty in the midnight hour not all are meant to see,

a sacred kind of stillness that takes nothing, yet restores everything.