The Strength You Don’t See
I woke up with silence sitting on my chest,
The kind that speaks but never makes a sound.
Morning light crept in like it knew my pain,
Touching my face, asking if I was okay.
Some days my heart rains without warning,
Memories drip slowly, one by one.
I smile for the world, but inside I’m tired,
Holding storms no one ever sees.
Still, there’s fire hiding under the hurt,
A small brave spark that refuses to die.
Every tear becomes fuel for my strength,
Every fall teaches me how to rise.
Now I walk forward with softer steps,
Not healed, but healing, and that is enough.
I carry my past without letting it lead,
Because hope is the picture I choose to become.