Isolation..

I sit alone, not as a punishment,
but as a place where my breath can land softly.Life’s tragedies left frost on my ribs,
taught me how to move without feeling every bruise.And in this quiet,
numbness becomes a blanket —
thin, imperfect, but enough
to let me gather myself.Isolation isn’t escape.
It’s the small room
where I learn to exist again
without breaking.