From Within

They see me still and call it peace, but stillness doesn’t always mean calm. What they don’t see is the storm stitched beneath my skin, the war I fight in silence, the screams that never dare to escape.

I’m expected to be quiet, to endure, to blend into the background like a fading whisper. But inside, something wild refuses to die.

I bend. I crack. I break. And then something in me whispers, “shed.” So I do.. not for beauty, but to survive. I’m still fighting, still surviving… not with loud cries, but with quiet strength. And in this survival, I am finding a language of my own.

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