Untouched..

Isolation is a soft-lit room
where my shadows finally stop performing.The tragedies I carried
pressed my heart into a quieter shape,
taught me the language of numbness —
a dialect of survival, not surrender.Here, in the silence I didn’t choose
but somehow grew into,
I rest among the ruins
and feel the faint hum of something steady,
something mine,
something untouched by the world’s noise.