Silent Storms

In the stillness of the night,

Where shadows weave and moonlight sighs,

A storm brews deep within the heart,

Unseen by any wandering eyes.

No thunder roars, no lightning breaks,

Yet tempests rage and souls forsake,

A silent war, a whispered cry,

Beneath the calm of starlit sky.

Emotions clash in unseen fights,

While outward calm conceals the blights,

The fiercest storms are those unheard,

Where tears fall soft, like whispered words.

In morning's light, the world resumes,

But echoes of the storm still loom,

A quiet strength, a hidden grace,

Emerges from the night's embrace.