
I smiled…
But silence echoed louder than my laugh.
I wanted to scream—louder, louder—
But I whispered to myself,
No… you're brave.
Tears begged to fall,
But I said,
“No, not this time. I hate crying.”
So I wiped them away
And stood tall.
No more running from the rain,
No more fear of the cold,
No more hiding from the mess—
I am not weak.
This time,
I'll face it all
With a brave face.
Let the storm try me.
Let the world test me.
I won’t let anyone
Make me fall.
This time…
I’m going to win.
About the Creator
Ellie
I write the whispers of the soul—silent battles, untold dreams, and echoes of resilience. Let my words speak what hearts often leave unspoken. If you seek words that echo your heart, welcome to my world.



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