The Silence of the Peak, The Shout of the Soul

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 Sometimes, living abroad—caught between university textbooks, the endless hum of daily life, trying to keep the balance between life and mental health, working while studying, learning a new language, and trying to understand people and the culture—feels like a long-distance race where the finish line keeps moving. I run and run just to keep up, but eventually, I forget where I was heading in the first place.

I realized that every now and then I have to stop. Take a deep breath, distance myself from the repetitive noise of the world, and get away from the never-ending chaos. I found that silence at the top of the mountains here in Sicily. Up there, where the clouds are beneath my feet, the weight of my thoughts still presses heavy on my chest, but at least here I can try to shout. Standing there, I understood that screaming isn't always about sound; sometimes, you shout to finally find something, or get rid of everything; sometimes, the loudest shouts are the ones trapped within our words.

Standing on that peak reminded me of how much I ache for the simplest things: the scent of my mom's embrace, the peace when I was holding my loved ones in my arms, the cups of coffee at my favorite café with my best friend while rambling for hours and hours, the rainy nights when I would go to my favorite poet's tomb to play the violin, and the days when "chaos" was just a word, not a heavy feeling that took away my breath every time, not a daily reality.

This piece is what came to life when I was suspended between the earth and the sky—my lungs filled with cold air, my heart overflowing with everything I had left unsaid, my depression at its peak, and my anxiety just kicking in.

So, if you've ever longed for a place or a person, or if you're searching for a way to mute the chaos in your own mind, I invite you to read my poem.
From the bottom of my heart ,to the ears of your soul [ click here to read the poem ]