In the Quiet of Closed Eyes

She does not look outward
for everything she seeks
lives within.
Dark curls cascade like midnight rivers,
framing a face lost in gentle thought.
Her eyes are closed,
not in sorrow, not in sleep
but in the sacred act of listening
to her own soul.
The world outside is grey and loud,
yet here, in this single moment,
she has found her silence.
Drawn in shadow and whisper,
she is every woman who ever paused,
breathed,
and chose herself.
A portrait not of a face
but of a feeling.

Object number

017.0995