Stillness with Noise

A quiet, aching reflection on depression in a noisy, overwhelming world. This poem explores numbness, overstimulation, and the search for stillness when even comfort feels out of reach.

I have become a room without curtains" light too harsh, or none at all. Sleep comes like fog, or not at all, hovering at my windows but never entering the door.

Food arrives with no taste, as if the flavor left first, and hunger forgot my name. I chew the shape of a memory that used to mean comfort.

My phone pulses with panic, a drumbeat of doom from every direction" last days, burned skies, plastic poison, ice melting, ice closing in.

I want silence but not loneliness. Stillness but not this stillness. I want a pause, not a retreat.

Somewhere inside, a quieter breath waits for me. Maybe not today. But maybe soon. Maybe I’ll name it hope when I’m strong enough to hear it again.

Author's Note

This piece explores themes of depression, disconnection, and emotional overwhelm. Please read with care. I welcome thoughtful feedback on how the imagery or mood resonates with you.