When the Darkness Comes Quietly
When the shadows press against my chest,
and my breath feels borrowed,
I remind myself:
I have been here before
and still, I rose.
Anxiety whispers,
depression lingers,
but neither has ever stolen
the quiet flame inside me.
I am not the storm,
I am the girl who survives it.
I am not the silence,
I am the breath that breaks it.
Even here, even now,
when the night feels endless,
I am still here,
still breathing,
still held by God.
And that is enough.
— Sela 🌙
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
When the Darkness Comes Quietly
When the shadows press against my chest,
and my breath feels borrowed,
I remind myself:
I have been here before
and still, I rose.
Anxiety whispers,
depression lingers,
but neither has ever stolen
the quiet flame inside me.
I am not the storm,
I am the girl who survives it.
I am not the silence,
I am the breath that breaks it.
Even here, even now,
when the night feels endless,
I am still here,
still breathing,
still held by God.
And that is enough.
— Sela 🌙
For the nights when sadness doesn’t crash loudly but slips in like a shadow, unannounced. This poem speaks to the quiet way heaviness can settle in the heart, not in storms, but in whispers, and the search for light when it feels hidden.
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