The Quiet In Me.... Poem by WIN VENTURA

Some days I carry storms inside,
But speak with skies so clear,
I laugh like I'm not crumbling slow,
And blink away each tear.

They say to shine, to fight, to glow—
But what if I just rest?
Lay down the weight I never chose,
And stop trying to impress?

I am not broken, just quietly bent,
A soul that's worn but true,
I don't need fixing—I just need space,
And maybe someone who knew.

That love is not a rescue rope,
But someone sitting near,
Saying: "You don't have to speak at all—
I see you. I am here.

By: - WIN VENTURA