In the Quiet Reaches by Olivia Salter | Poetry

In the Quiet Reaches

By Olivia Salter

In the mind’s quiet, shadowed keep,
Where thoughts unravel, secrets seep,
A chamber yawns, dark and deep—
Where buried truths lie, lost in sleep.

From these walls, a murmur grows,
Echoes of sorrow, cries in throes;
Ghostly laughter falls like rain,
Lingering whispers fraught with pain.

Each thought stirs ripples in the still,
A tempest stir, against our will,
As fears take wing in frantic flight,
And break the silence of the night.

Yet through the chaos, clarity gleams,
A fragile hope in fractured dreams;
Each scream that rips the heavy air
A plea for peace, a soul laid bare.

So listen close, let your heart run free,
In minds where darkness dances, find the key,
For in the turmoil, strength takes bloom—
A quiet light to pierce the gloom.

In depths where silent sorrows dwell,

Where shadows weave their hidden spell,

Fragments of memory rise and swell,

Like tolling bells in a distant knell.

Through haunted corridors we tread,

Where words unsaid are softly fed

To fires that smolder, flickering low—

Embers of grief we cannot show.

These walls have heard what lips conceal,

The wounds we bear, the scars that heal;

In cracks of light, the shadows bend,

And fractured souls begin to mend.

For every fear that coils and bites,

A flicker grows, a spark ignites;

In caverns vast, where doubts reside,

Hope stirs, a flame we cannot hide.

So walk unbowed, face the unknown,

In silent keeps we walk alone—

Yet from that depth, a strength will grow,

And guide us through the undertow.

In mind’s dark keep, a truth unfolds:

The weight of silence breaks its hold;

Each whispered fear, each buried plea,

Reveals the light of what we’ll be.