The small, still voice we hide away
returns to guide us every day.
Beneath the noise, beneath the fear,
it waits with truth forever near.
The world grows loud with what to be,
while silence guards identity.
So often we betray our soul
to chase a life that leaves us cold.
Yet in the quiet, soft and deep,
the heart awakens from its sleep.
That inner whisper, calm and wise,
becomes the place where freedom lies.
For every chain we carry near
was slowly forged from doubt and fear.
And when we trust that inward choice,
we find our freedom in that voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem