Writers 
When freedom feels like absence,
and silence fills the room,
you may mistake the emptiness
for life losing its bloom.
The voices that once filled the corners
have wandered somewhere new,
and suddenly the quiet asks,
Who are you without them too?
You miss the noise,
the familiar footsteps,
the warmth of being needed,
and wonder why a little space
can leave your heart bleeding.
But perhaps this empty room
is not a room of loss.
Perhaps it is where you meet yourself
after carrying everyone else at a cost.
For people will come,
and people will go.
Some will stay for seasons,
some only long enough
to teach you what you should know.
But you remain.
So sit with the silence.
Let the echo speak.
Find the parts of you
you buried beneath
the needs of the week.
Freedom may feel like absence
before it feels like peace.
But don't fill every empty space
just because the silence hurts.
Let the room be empty.
Let yourself breathe.
There will always be coming and going,
doors opening and closing.
But you,
you are the one
who must remain.
So don't lose yourself
in the people who leave.
Find yourself
in the echoing space.
