“At the edge of shadows, light waits to be seen, reminding us that endings are only thresholds to another beginning.”

Change doesn’t always come crashing.

Sometimes it lingers at the edges,

the way dusk slowly unravels daylight,

barely noticed until the sky is no longer blue.

There is a silence that weighs heavier than words.

It doesn’t scream, doesn’t accuse

it simply waits,

like a shadow just out of reach,

asking you to notice what has already shifted.

You walk through the day as if nothing has changed,

yet the air tastes different,

like rain just before it falls.

The trees seem to lean in,

the wind carries whispers you can’t quite hold.

Trust is not stolen in a single act,

it erodes,

grain by grain,

like cliffs giving way to the sea.

And by the time you notice the hollow beneath your feet,

the land is already gone.

You learn to sit with the silence,

to watch without rushing,

to let stillness teach you what words never will.

Because even in the shadows,

love can take new form

not the love that clings,

but the kind that releases into the wind,

trusting it will reach where it needs to go.

And somewhere in that silence, a storm is still gathering…

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

And still, the silence grows heavier, pressing against the walls of certainty. What happens when it finally breaks? Tomorrow, the storm begins to scatter its disguise.

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