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.
Written with AI
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