Some people grow up surrounded by love.
Their dreams are held by voices that encourage them.
Others grow up in silence.
We learn to hide our hopes in places where no one can touch them. To walk alone, even when the road feels heavy.
For a long time, I thought that loneliness was only a wound.
But with time, I understood something different.
Silence does not only hurt.
It also teaches.
It teaches you to listen to yourself.
To hold yourself together.
To keep moving forward even when no one is watching.
Every step I took without witnesses became a secret victory.
The world never applauded.
But I kept walking.
Because there is a strength that is born only in darkness:
the strength of someone who learns to rise alone
and still chooses to keep dreaming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem