The Quiet Battle

There are days when silence screams,

When thoughts are loud and break your dreams.

A war within, you cannot see,

A storm that rages silently.

The weight you carry, hard to name,

Invisible scars, an endless flame.

It’s not weakness, not defeat,

But strength that rises, incomplete.

You fight each day, though unseen,

In battles fought where no one’s been.

A quiet warrior, you stand tall,

Even when you seem to fall.

It’s okay to feel, to break, to cry,

To ask for help, to question why.

For healing comes, slow and kind,

In pieces found within your mind.

The storm may rage, the dark may stay,

But peace is found in taking days—

In knowing that it’s okay to pause,

And heal your heart, without a cause.

You’re not alone, though it feels so tight,

The strength is in your will to fight.

Through each small step, through every breath,

You’ll find your way, beyond the depth.