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Medjool Date Pits

  • Writer: Zaira Christa Barakat
    Zaira Christa Barakat
  • May 8
  • 1 min read

Stillness.

I feel still for the first time in years.

Not the “stillness” you’re forced to feel

In meditation,

But a stillness in my soul—

A return home,

A safety in my own skin.

 

I forgot that this was the point.

I let my mind wander in so many directions

That I forgot this is it.

This stillness is where my heart yearns to be.

 

This is what my soul was craving all along.

She was just asking to be seen.

And once I finally opened the door to her,

She hugged me,

Welcomed me—

Because I had been standing

On the wrong side of the door.

 

And now I’m finally home.

I found my way back to

Stillness.

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