#quietresilience
Courage blooms in grief
where the brave once laid their claim
sorrow turns to vow
in remembrance we hold them
renewing each sacred name
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 3:18 AM UTC
Lost hearts softly breathe
woven through the quiet night
strength in stillness glows
a flicker that will not fade
guiding us through darkest hours
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 3:15 AM UTC
Even when the body is tea,
She drinks a lot of coffee —
Just to keep her grind in
_A man’s world_
Don’t you spoil the tea, of the
Long steeping, burned tongue
And cups swallowed too fast —
Of all it took to fill her brim.
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
Life isn’t always so amazing —
it’s a network of paths, __tangled__ and __shifting__,
Where choices loop back,
and clarity takes the long way home.
But it’s not a maze thing.
There’s no clever exit, no final door.
Just detours, delays,
and questions that don’t come with maps.
It’s a hostile universe —not always loud,
but indifferent in the quietest ways.
A basic existence where even the basics
don’t always feel like they’re enough.
You breathe, you eat, you sleep —
but some days you feel so empty.
Like the days are leaning too hard
against your chest.
Some days, survival feels like success.
Other days, it feels like something
just shy of being a complete failure.
But even in that, there’s a small defiance —
to keep walking anyway,
to speak kindly into the static,
to carve out a corner of warmth
where no warmth was promised.
Not because it fixes the universe —
but because it changes you.
And maybe that’s enough
for now.
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 12:24 PM UTC
There are days I try to summon peace — to call away
the late-night ghosts still pacing the edge of sleep.
As I wear the last tears like glass in my dry eyes,
fragile, but refusing to fall.
As I hold faith in the sunrise — though I don’t know
if this night will stretch longer than I can bear, or if
tomorrow will rise with light enough to meet me again.
And if lips are a quiet prize — not just for kissing,
but for kindness — then may they still speak, softly,
with the warmth of a life beginning again.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 3:48 PM UTC
I am not always okay-
but I'm always trying.
Some days,
the weight is quiet.
Other days,
it screams through my bones
and I still show up.
I've learned to be the calm
when nothing else is.
To hold my own hand
when no one else reaches for it.
I do not need to be loud
to be strong.
I do not need to be seen
to be real.
And if I am only
a soft kind of brave-
that's still brave enough.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC