Some seasons
leave without announcing themselves.
The chairs remain,
the room unchanged,
yet the conversations
fit differently.
What once felt full
now echoes softly,
not from absence,
but from distance
measured in unnoticed steps.
There is no bitterness
in a river choosing
the gentlest path--
only the quiet certainty
that still water
cannot follow every bend.
So I walk
where the light falls differently,
carrying less,
not because I lost anything,
but because some things
were never meant
to travel this far
Natural Healthy Process Of Shedding And Growing
This poem left me with the feel good factor - a really positive vibe. It made me realize personally that I need to walk where the light falls differently, carrying less. Thank you for...
The Quiet Turning
Published by Family Friend Poems June 29, 2026 with permission of the Author.
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