The Strength in My Silence

There’s a quiet strength in the words I don’t say,

In the things I carry and hide away.

Not every fight is seen by eyes,

Some battles are fought where silence lies.

I’ve learned to stand with my head held high,

Even when my soul wants to cry.

There’s power in stillness, in letting go,

In knowing when to hold, and when to show.

The world wants noise, wants to see the fight,

But sometimes, strength is holding tight.

It’s in the moments when I choose to stay,

Even when the world pulls me away.

It’s the quiet scream inside my chest,

The battle I fight, alone, at best.

But no one knows the weight I bear,

Because silence is the armor I wear.

I don’t need to shout or to make a stand,

To show my strength, to make a demand.

In my silence, I’ve found my voice,

In my stillness, I’ve learned to rejoice.

So, if you see me quiet, don’t mistake it for weak,

It’s the strength in silence that makes me speak.