silence is a garden
where the soul may rest.
its stillness blooms a peace —
a gentle quest.
yet silence can conceal
the deepest pain,
transforming wounds
into a hidden chain.
peace built on falsehood
is a fragile song,
a whispered lie
where we do not belong.
let quiet root you —
strong and deep.
let truth be the flame,
bright and clear.
speak not to destroy,
but to mend —
to clear the ground
where love can tend.
harmony grows
where storms have raged,
voices trembling,
hearts engaged.
walk through the chaos,
side by side.
in honest whispers,
let love abide.
for from the tempest,
peace will rise;
in the shared journey,
find the skies.
……….
soul’s garden, silence sleeps;
the wound hides deep, the wall it keeps.
false peace — a soft and quiet lie;
roots hold firm as truth flames fly.
© 2025 Corvalya
Reflection
Suppression silences truth and drains the soul of breath itself. It builds walls where love longs to flow and calls it peace — though peace is absent.
But love is not afraid. It trembles. It disrupts. It heals. It moves through storms, and in its movement, mountains shift.
We cannot find harmony by pretending.
We find it by working together through the chaos — truthfully, tenderly — until peace becomes not the absence of conflict, but the presence of love.
Love moves mountains.
I invite you to read the poem again.