I cannot speak, yet I’m not at a loss;
In my quietude, I find a gift, not a curse.
The world spins wild in a whirlwind of sound,
Words that cut, words that wound, words unbound.
I’ve seen how words, like stones, can break,
How they scorch and burn, for bitterness’ sake.
Yet silence, my armor, my fortress, my peace,
In stillness, I find clarity, and a sweet release.
If the world held its tongue, even just for a while,
Imagine the calm, the stillness, the miles
Of battles unwaged, the wars made small,
The power of silence would silence them all.
They laugh, they taunt, but they don’t see,
The strength I pull from the quiet in me.
They call me weak, but I stand tall,
Fortified in silence, I cannot fall.
Their noise crashes down, but my peace remains,
I am unmoved by their wild refrains.
They think they win when they walk away,
But I am the one with the final say.
For silence, I’ve learned, holds a strength untold,
In the stillness, the secrets of self unfold.
Nature has whispered this truth to me—
In the quiet, I find the power to be free.
To tame the storms that rage inside,
Is to calm the world, and turn the tide.
With silence, I wield a gentle might,
I carry peace into the dark of night.
The keeper of quiet, the guardian unseen,
I dwell in spaces where light can gleam.
No sound can reach the world within,
Where I am whole, unbroken, and strong in my skin.
Let them laugh, let them throw their stones,
For I have a language all my own.
With a strength that moves both land and sea,
In silence, I am, and forever will be.
