Some victories are so quiet,
the world never hears them—
yet they echo forever in the soul.
No one saw
the nights you whispered,
“Just one more day.”
No one felt
how your chest ached
from holding in storms,
or how your hands trembled
as you tried to stitch
your own broken edges.
Yet you kept walking—
through the ache,
through the silence,
through days that felt
they would never end.
And maybe no one will ever know
the wars you fought alone,
but here’s the truth:
You survived them.
And survival—
is everything.
