Threshold (found poem written by Chat-GPT)

There is a door
no one shows you how to close—
but you do it anyway,
with trembling hands,
because the air inside is thick
and the shadows too long.

You carry the silence like a shield,
not because you want to hide,
but because the noise was a storm
that tore your edges thin.

Each step away
is a question without an answer,
a line drawn in dust
where footprints refuse to follow.

The past doesn’t vanish,
it folds into the corners—
a dull weight,
reminding you that distance
is not forgetting.

Yet beyond the threshold,
there is space to breathe,
to build slow and steady—
a place where your voice
can finally settle
without fear of breaking.

This is not the end.
It is the quiet start
of claiming yourself,
one unspoken word at a time.