The Echo Chamber: Inside the Poem
A closer look at isolation’s voice — and the path back to connection
Every piece in Embodied Shadows starts as a conversation with myself—sometimes a whisper, sometimes a scream. The Echo Chamber was one of the earliest to take shape, written from that hollow place where isolation starts to sound like company.
What follows is a deeper reflection on the space that poem came from—the patterns that built it, the grief that fed it, and the slow process of learning to live outside its walls. If you’ve ever felt trapped in your own mind, this one’s for you.
The Echo Chamber
As she watches—
tapping her foot,
impatient with places
she’d rather not be…
lights grow brighter,
sounds start to deafen—
I’m pulled back under
inevitably.
