Tag quiet strength
Sometimes the greatest poison is the one we never see —
because it lives inside us, quietly, deeply,
in the stories we never tell.
You’ve been told you’re too much. Too soft. Too sensitive. Too afraid.
But you are simply tuned in to what others have numbed.
She wore no crown. She had no armor.
But everyone said she was strong.
I’m not sure when it happened.
Maybe there wasn’t a single moment.
But today, I can feel it clearly:
I built my Home.
Sometimes you wake up,
and everything feels… foreign.
As if you’ve fallen back onto this planet
forgetting why you came.
There once was a train.
It had no tracks, no stations, not even a whistle to shout “departure!”
But it had one thing – a heart.
Therapeutic soul stories for hearts that ache, remember, and still believe in light and healing.
She read all the right books.
Drank all the right teas.
Wrote all the right affirmations.
But nothing worked.