A QUIET STRENGTH

Some days the mind feels heavy,
like clouds before the rain,
thoughts whisper soft and steady,
echoing hidden pain.

Smiles can hide the battles
no other eyes can see,
silent wars in crowded rooms,
fighting just to be free.

But even the longest midnight
must bow to morning light,
and stars still shine the brightest
in the darkest part of night.

So breathe — you’re still becoming,
growing day by day,
healing isn’t rushing,
it’s learning your own way.

Talk when your heart feels crowded,
rest when you feel worn,
every tear you’ve cried before
waters strength reborn.

You are not your struggles,
not every fearful thought,
you’re the hope that keeps on rising,
every lesson life has taught.

So hold on to small victories,
let kindness be your art,
a gentle mind, a patient soul,
a brave and beating heart.

For caring for your mental health
is courage, pure and true —
the quiet kind of heroism
that starts and ends with you.