A quiet weight presses beneath the surface,
small battles waged in silence, unseen.
Each choice, a thread pulled tight,
each step, a balance of strength and doubt.
In the noise of the world, the heart whispers,
holding on through the rise and fall.
A quiet resilience, a steady breath-
the unseen courage to face it all again,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem