it sits quiet waiting to be heard
how often we silence its wisdom
the world shouts louder than thought
but the weapon is always within
a small stone against the impossible
you are told strength means size
you are told louder voices win
you are told to stay in place
but look closer and you’ll see
the underdog whose mind is sharp
the one who doesn’t choose brawn
but lets strategy forge their path
power is not born in the fists
it breathes in the unshaken mind
the secret is not out of reach
the victory lives in those who think
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Author:
gray0328 (
Online)
- Published: September 18th, 2025 11:55
- Category: Unclassified
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