The Silent Edge

In silence lies a hidden blade, A subtle force, in shadows laid. While others shout, their voices loud, The quiet stands unbowed. Rejection’s sting, a bitter art, Yet fuels the fire within the heart. Each “no” a step on paths unknown, A test of will, a strength full-grown. Watchful eyes with steady gaze, Unspoken truths through crowded haze. While noise consumes the restless sea, The silent see what others flee. Not always near, not everywhere, Selective steps make moments rare. Like treasures found in hidden folds, Their presence gleams in whispered holds. With quiet strength they claim the floor, No need to shout, no need for more. Their confidence, a steady stream, A force unseen, a lasting dream. And pain, though sharp, becomes their guide, Through shadowed nights and tears uncried. Each scar a mark, each wound a key, To rise beyond, to simply be. Unpredictable as rain’s soft flow, A shifting tide that none can know. Each move a question, each word a spark, A glowing flame within the dark. The world may favor voices loud, But silence holds a strength unbowed. A power hidden, yet reclaimed, A force unnamed, but deeply claimed.