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Do Not Rush the Quiet: “What the Quiet Is Trying to Say” — Substack Issue #6

Woman by window holding a warm cup

November does not arrive loudly — it slips in after the noise, when the year has said most of what it needed to say. Issue #6 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind Substack, “What the Quiet Is Trying to Say,” is Kiana Jimenez listening for what the quiet holds — a reflection on not filling the silence too quickly, and a poem written just for the issue about sitting still long enough to hear the parts of yourself that only whisper when the world goes still, and finding enough truth in the quiet to write into another morning.

Its thesis fits in one line: the quiet does not have to save you; it only has to tell the truth.

📖 Read it free on Substack: https://poeticbipolarmind.substack.com/p/what-the-quiet-is-trying-to-say

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