In the corner of my mind,
a quiet room waits for me.
Some days it’s filled with sunlight,
other days, a trembling sea.
Memories stack like folded letters,
some gentle, some unkind.
Yet still, a softer voice keeps rising
from the deeper part inside.
It reminds me I am learning,
that healing takes its time,
and even shadows lose their power
when I choose to let them unwind.
So I sit with what is heavy,
and I honor what I find.
Because every step toward knowing myself
begins in the corner of my mind.
M.A.D. Works 