Signed in Breath

I am invisible visitor-I speak to you .

I walk unseen; you never hear my tread.

I breathe in rooms where silent tears are shed.

I polish brass on dreams you could not save,

And wait outside the door you never brave.

I do not knock. I enter through your doubt,

Through unpaid fears you try to lock without.

Like interest growing quietly at night,

I thicken shadows, thinning out your light.

I call myself your Silence and your Rest.

You feel my hand grow gentle in your chest.

I lean toward you when hope begins to cease

And softly ask, “Would ending bring you peace?”

When debts like iron circle round your name,

I come as mercy, free of guilt and shame.

“Sign with your breath,” I whisper, “let it end-

No more demands you cannot meet or mend.”

I promise numbers vanish from your sky;

I never tell you what it costs to die.

When love has pawned your heart and left you bare,

I come perfumed with tenderness and care.

“No more comparing faces in the glass,

No more rehearsing moments from the past.

No more rejection’s slow, corrosive art.”

I wrap my dusk around your broken heart.

When pride is wounded, bleeding in the light,

I dress your exit up as noble flight.

“Better to vanish whole,” I say to you,

“Than stand exposed with fractures showing through.”

I hand you honor shaped like sharpened steel,

And teach you hiding is a way to heal.

I feast on whispers others leave behind,

On gossip nesting deeply in your mind.

On medals hung as burdens on your throat,

On expectations love forgot to note.

I weigh your worth in currency and praise,

In neighbor’s gold, in rival’s brighter days.

Inside your thoughts, I rearrange the room-

Move hope aside and give despair the bloom.

I draw the curtains tightly over pain

Until tomorrow feels the same as rain.

I make the smallest wound appear immense,

And turn your patience thin and almost tense.

At last I speak in borrowed lines of truth:

“All things will fade; your strength was just your youth.

You are alone. No one will understand.

Your suffering is written into sand.”

I twist philosophy until it bends

And make your fear conclude where courage ends.

Yet even I must tremble when you rise,

When tears are no more secrets in your eyes.

When you confess the weight you tried to hide,

When you let someone see your fractured pride.

I weaken when you speak of staying still,

When breath returns against my careful will.

When trembling hands reach outward in the night,

When you choose dawn instead of endless night.

Yes,I am fog. I am a whispered claim.

I grow each time you bow your head in shame.

But I am not the law of earth or sky;

I am the thought that tells you not to try.

And every time you choose to breathe once more,

To leave your darkened, self-constructed shore,

To ask for help, to bend and not to break-

You make my shadow visibly opaque.

I walk unseen-but only while you hide.

I live in silence you keep sealed inside.

The moment you let living light begin,

You thin my voice. And I grow thin.

Only My mind replied :    "Invisible, yes, but not all-powerful-  

                                        He shrinks when dawn’s light is full.  

                                        Lingering at life’s trembling edge,  

                                        He cannot stay where hearts pledge

To breathe again, to heal anew,  

To face the dawn, brave and true.  

For in the brave act of staying-  

His hold begins decaying- 

And courage, like the sun’s bright flame,  

Will burn him back to whisper’s name."

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