Phoebe Jamieson

to write is to step into silence,  

to plant words like seeds,  

to hope they’ll grow into something vast,

something untamed.

Part I:

In the quiet before the pen touches the page,  

there is a moment of stillness—  

A hushed invitation.  

We don’t write to fill the silence;  

we write to honor it,  

to find in it the fragments of a forgotten song,  

the pulse of something ancient, something eternal.

To write is not to “produce” but to uncover,  

to walk into unlit rooms

and let a single candle speak  

to what we’ve hidden there.