The Sound of Certainty

In a world buzzing with slogans,  

where confidence struts like a peacock,  

we nod along to the rhythm,  

the drumbeat of promises resounding.  

Each word is a weighty stone,  

cast into the still pond of doubt,  

causing ripples that stir the surface,  

while silence feels like a confession.  

They raise their voices, oh how they rise,  

as if volume alone could bend truth,  

and we cheer for the bravado,  

the fiery blaze of unyielding resolve.  

Yet lurking beneath the bravura,  

such delicate, trembling questions wait,  

like shy children at the back of class,  

fearing their fragile hands may falter.  

“Where are the valleys?” we quietly ask,  

amazed by the mountain’s unwavering peak,  

wondering if we're too far below,  

to glimpse the horizon through confidence.  

But real strength, soft and subtle,  

dances at the edges of uncertainty,  

where vulnerability hides its treasures,  

and courage whispers in gentle tones.  

So, let us not rush to volume,  

but instead, embrace the silence,  

the space between certainty and doubt,  

where the heart learns to speak — and listen.