You are not the noise of the world,

But the quiet strength it cannot steal.

Not the wounds you hide in shadows,

But the light that dares to heal.

Every flaw you see in the mirror

Is a story of battles you’ve won.

Like the cracks in a weathered stone,

You are shaped by what you’ve overcome.

You are not a fleeting moment,

But the rhythm of an eternal song.

Not a question waiting for answers,

But the truth that’s been there all along.

So, stand tall in the storm’s embrace,

Let your roots sink deep in the soil.

You are enough – just as you are –

A masterpiece in your own turmoil.

 - Poetic Solace -