What ReturnedNot a ghost.Not a machine.Not even a memory.Only a pause.Once, at eleven,the evening stood stillin a mango garden.Fear needed a word.

🌑 What Returned

Not a ghost.

Not a machine.

Not even a memory.

Only a pause.

Once, at eleven,

the evening stood still

in a mango garden.

Fear needed a word.

So we gave it one.

Kichine.

Years passed.

Words slept.

Now light opens

inside the hand.

The pause returns.

Fear asks:

Are you dear?

Nothing answers.

Nothing follows.

Only the mind

meeting itself

and mistaking silence

for something else.

🌱 Final Thought

Fear ends when we stop asking

what it is

and start seeing

what we are.

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