The Quiet Between

To be or not to be, that is the question –

a breath caught in the hollow of dusk,

where shadows stretch like whispered doubts,

and the wind murmurs of paths not taken.

To linger in the pulse of half-forgotten things,

to become the echo – or the silence that swallows it,

each choice a stone dropped in still water,

rippling out to the unseen edges of a life.

Perhaps it is enough to stand at the river’s edge,

to watch the current carry what it must,

each bend a soft forgetting, a letting go,

the water moving on, without witness or weight.

So, let the days unwind – slow, unremarked,

let the hours drift – like leaves on a patient tide,

until the line between breath and shadow blurs,

and to be, or not, becomes just a whisper in the wind.

-Shagun Gupta

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