In the quiet chambers of my soul,
I carried storms no one could hold.
Smiled through wounds, walked through fire,
Burning softly with hidden desire.
One day I looked toward the sky,
And asked the Lord, “How do I fight
The weight of wrong, the silent pain,
The endless loss, the hidden rain?”
God only smiled—calm and deep,
Like oceans resting in their sleep.
Then nature whispered through the air,
“A clearer path is waiting there.”
I said, “I cannot return the pain,
Nor stain another heart again.
To hurt someone would wound me more,
And leave my spirit bruised and sore.”
Again He smiled.
And then I knew.
Not every battle needs noise to move.
Not every answer comes through war.
Some victories begin at the core.
“Fast in silence,” the heavens said.
“Speak less. Let peace be your bread.
Do your duty. Walk your way.
Leave injustice where it lays.”
So now I move with quieter feet,
No bitterness for those I meet.
For silence, too, can strongly stand—
A gentle strength from God’s own hand.
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