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.
© 2025 Corvalya