The Human Mirror
So often, those who stand too close.
Become the shadows we fear most.
Breeding distress, anxiety, and doubt.
Turning our inner landscapes inside out.
The cure is silence, a deliberate choice.
To mute the heavy static of their voice.
To strip their judgment of its critical power.
And reclaim the peace of your own hour.
For when the weight of life begins to crush.
Look past the crowd, into a softer hush.
You will find souls who quietly supply.
The very reasons you still reach the sky.
