Silken Benediction

This book began in the spaces between moments — in pauses, hesitations, and thoughts left unfinished. It does not seek to impress, but to confess. What rests within these pages is a gathering of inner weather: doubts, hopes, memories, and small truths that demanded a voice before they faded. Each poem is an attempt to hold something fleeting. Some pieces linger on the ordinary — a passing thought, a silent struggle, a feeling without a name — while others reach for meaning in the chaos beneath routine life. Together, they trace the quiet negotiations we make with ourselves as we learn, unlearn, and grow.