The Quiet Strength of Not Giving Up
Where Silent Courage Breathes, Hope Endures, and the Heart Finds Its Flame
Beneath the storm, beneath the gray,
Where whispers of despair hold sway,
There blooms a strength, serene, unseen,
A gentle force, calm and keen.
No trumpet sounds, no banners fly,
No flashing lights adorn the sky,
Yet steadfast hearts, in silent tune,
Forge hope beneath the darkest moon.
The weary hands that do not fall,
The patient feet that walk through all,
They carve a path through walls of stone,
In quiet ways, the brave are known.
Not every victory shouts aloud,
Some triumphs wear a humble shroud,
A nod, a breath, a soft refrain,
A soul that rises through the pain.
So when the night seems endless, deep,
And dreams lie tangled in restless sleep,
Remember this, the quiet art:
To not give up is strength of heart.
In every pause, in every tear,
In every shadow, battling fear,
Resides a fire, calm yet bright,
A steadfast will that owns the night.
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muhammed salman
A place for honest thoughts on mindset, growth, and inner strength. Written for those who are rebuilding focus, learning consistency, and choosing progress one step at a time.
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