No one really notices the silent kind of fighting.
The kind where there's no visible wound, no crash or cry, no headline moment. Just you. The stillness of your room. The clock ticking like it’s counting how long you’ll last.
Your chest tight. Your thoughts loud.
You're there folded into yourself, invisible even to your own reflection.
And somehow, quietly, without ceremony, you keep going.
There’s no applause. No message saying, “I’m proud of you.”
But you keep breathing.
You stay when it would be easier to disappear.
You get through hours that feel like mountains.
You carry the fear, the numbness, the mess inside your chest and still manage to brush your teeth, reply politely, show up.
No one sees that kind of strength.
It doesn’t make noise.
It doesn’t ask for recognition.
But it is strength.

Raw. Unnamed. Brave.

And if that’s you still here, still trying, even when no one knows how hard it is
that is enough.
You are enough.
And you are doing more than most will ever understand.

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I sought the light, but it ran away,
Hiding behind the need to stay.
The more I reached, the farther it seemed,
A distant star, a broken dream.

But in the quiet, my heart did find,
A peace that lives in a still mind.
No more chasing, no more fight,
Just sitting with the calm of night.

When I let go, I felt you near,
In the silence, you whispered clear:
"In surrender, all you seek,
Is already yours no need to speak."

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for the first time, I understood that some connections are written not in time, but in eternity.

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Saudade sings in silence soft and deep,
Of hands once held, now memories I keep.
Someone's that touch, once near, now far away,
Yet in my chest, it burns like yesterday.

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stars and galaxies,






understand the hush of the night
when it speaks to my soul.

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your silence,






feel the tremble of your heart
between each unspoken word.

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the dark did not guide me,
yet I walked,
with grief at my side like an old friend.

The trees listened.
The wind remembered.
And in the quiet,
a small joy bloomed
not loud,
but enough.

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Accept it!

In the stillness of acceptance,
Even sorrow became a sacred teacher

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Intimacy lies in truth, not skin,
In bare souls shared, where hearts begin,
When words are raw, and trust is free,
And whispered, "You're safe to just be me."

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