Silence did not arrive gently—
it stayed,
when words refused to carry
the heaviness inside me.
In rooms where voices echoed loud,
I learned the strength of listening,
how quiet sharpens thought,
and patience shapes the soul.
Silence taught me to observe—
the pause before truth is born,
the weight a single word can hold
when spoken with purpose.
It showed me that not every battle
is meant to be shouted,
some are won in stillness,
with courage growing unseen.
Now when I speak, I do so slowly,
my voice no longer unsure,
for silence trained my heart
before it freed my tongue.
What once felt empty and heavy
became my greatest guide—
for in its quiet lessons,
I found my voice, and learned to stand.
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