Some words leave scars, silent inked cracks.
A whisper withheld can mend grievances unseen.
Tongues are swords; silence, a cautious shield.
Not every thought longs for the open air.
The urge to speak presses like a wave.
But silence is a pause that saves friendships.
The world isn\'t thirsty for every opinion.
Your quiet does not mean you\'re unseen.
Listen until the air hums gently, still.
Breath measured, words will know their moment.
This is not shrinking but growing rooted.
The strongest trees bend instead of break.
Each silence is a decision, a soft power.
Let the echoes teach what mouths cannot.
Sometimes it’s best to unclutter the noise.
Sometimes stillness is the loudest voice.