The Quiet Strength

In silence deep, where shadows fall,

A quiet strength begins to call.

When fear and doubt cloud every way,

It whispers softly, “You’ll be okay.”

Through storms of grief, through nights so long,

The heart beats steady, though it’s wronged.

It does not shout, nor seek applause,

But rises gently, without pause.

When the world seems heavy, filled with strife,

And you wonder if you’ve lost your life,

Remember still, within your soul,

Lies the power to make you whole.

For it is not in battle loud,

That strength emerges, strong and proud,

But in the quiet, in the still,

Where courage blooms against the chill.

In darkest times, when hope seems far,

You find within you a shining star.

It’s not the loud, nor bold display,

But strength in silence leads the way.

Each tear that falls, each breath you take,

Is part of you that will not break.

Though fear may pull and doubt may tear,

You gather pieces with great care.

The road is rough, the journey steep,

But still you rise, though you may weep.

Each step you take, each breath you claim,

You heal the wounds, you break the chains.

For in the quiet, you are free,

A strength within, for all to see.

With every dawn, you start anew,

A testament to what is true.

It is not in the perfect climb,

But in the journey, one step at a time.

For though the night may seem to last,

The strength you find will hold you fast.

So when the world grows dark and wide,

Trust in the strength you feel inside.

For in the quiet, there’s no fight—

Just your own soul, burning bright.