My time is bad so i ma silent

In the shadows of the night, where silence finds its home,

A whisper stirs within me, a voice yet to be known.

For my time is bathed in darkness, luck seems to elude,

So I retreat to silence, where solace is pursued.

In the depths of my soul, a storm may rage and roar,

Yet I choose to be silent, to weather it all the more.

When misfortune casts its shadows, obscuring all I see,

I find solace in the quiet, where my spirit can be free.

Though my days may be clouded by the hands of fate,

I embrace the hush, where my heart can patiently wait.

For in the stillness, I gather strength and find release,

In the absence of words, my troubled mind finds peace.

But silence does not signify weakness or defeat,

It's a sanctuary where introspection and growth meet.

In the hush, I gather fragments of dreams untold,

Rebuilding my spirit, as I navigate the untrodden road.

Though my time may be burdened by a heavy weight,

I find refuge in silence, where I quietly contemplate.

For in the absence of speech, I discover my own voice,

Crafting resilience, finding courage, making my own choice.

So I remain silent, but not in surrender or despair,

In the stillness, I discover a strength beyond compare.

My time may be bad, but I shall not be defined,

For in silence, I find solace, and my spirit is refined.

And when the tides turn, and fortune graces my days,

I will rise from the silence, with a voice that conveys

The resilience that grew amidst my darkest hours,

A testament to the power found within silent powers.