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Mike Jeffer Domingo Poem
Some individuals wage wars within themselves, battles they rarely vocalize. Not from a desire to conceal, but from a profound understanding of silent resilience. They appear composed, manage their daily lives, tackle responsibilities, and extend care to others—all while wrestling with a deep, internal exhaustion.
This weariness stems from an endless cycle of being the strong one, from carrying an ever-increasing weight, and from the exhausting pretense that everything is fine when they're teetering on the edge. The absence of outward struggle does not invalidate its existence. And your ability to hold it together in public doesn't mean you're not allowed to feel broken sometimes.
Give yourself permission to stop. Allow yourself to feel. Allow yourself to declare, "I need support." Your worth is not contingent on your capacity for silent suffering. Your strength remains, even when you're utterly drained.
For often, the truest strength belongs to the quiet ones: those who seek no accolades, who remain steadfast even when their spirit yearns for retreat. To the fathers who silently provide and protect—know this: you are significant. Your effort is invaluable. Your heart is cherished. Your quiet fight resonates more deeply than you know. And one day, when the pressure finally eases, you'll see that you didn't just endure. You forged an extraordinary power in the depths of your unacknowledged journey.
Copyright © MIKE JEFFER DOMINGO | Year Posted 2025
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Mike Jeffer Domingo Poem
Within the marble halls where shadows dance,
A silent wisdom shapes each chance.
"Outshine not the master," old voices warn—
A subtle art, where gifts are worn.
On gilded thrones, egos softly gleam,
Their fragile worth a waking dream.
A spark too bright in youthful eyes
Can summon storms from clouded skies.
Not dullness asked, nor brilliance veiled,
But grace in shining, gently scaled.
Let masters see their wisdom’s hand
In every triumph you have planned.
For envy’s sting, so swift and cold,
Can silence songs before they’re told.
A whispered slight, a shadow cast,
Can dim your brilliance, hold you fast.
So weave your worth in quiet thread,
A force that’s felt, not always said.
Lift gently those who hold the sway,
And shape your path, a patient way.
Be steadfast, wise—a trusted guide,
A loyal heart at power’s side.
And when the crown seeks fresher light,
Your subtle glow will guide the night.
Copyright © MIKE JEFFER DOMINGO | Year Posted 2025
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