The Quiet Strength

Beneath the noise, beneath the glare,

Where silence breathes the open air,

There lies a strength we often miss

A calm, unshaken kind of bliss.

It doesn’t shout or seek a crown,

It lifts you up when you are down.

It’s not in fame or hollow praise,

But in the light of quiet days.

It’s in the hand that holds you near,

The steady voice that calms your fear.

In whispered hopes and patient grace,

In every small, unspoken place.

So let the world rush loud and fast

True strength is made in moments vast

Of kindness, courage, love unseen

The power in the in-between.