Eyes in the Silence
You think I’m too quiet to see,
The way you often laugh at me.
The rolled eyes, the quiet stares,
Like I’m a ghost no one declares.
But there I am right in the front,
You can’t tell, but I’ll be blunt.
I’ve heard it all behind closed doors—
The jokes, the digs, the mental wars.
You think I’m soft, you think I fold,
But strength runs silent, calm, and bold.
I hold my ground, I play it smart,
You underestimate a quiet heart.
I notice things you’ll never name,
The subtle shift, the hidden shame.
The tone that dips, the look, the sigh,
The truths you mask, the reasons why.
You say I’m shy, too sweet, too small,
But I’m the one who sees it all.
A heart that beats but doesn’t shout,
That takes the long, reflective route.
My soul is tender—yes, it’s true—
But fragile things hold power too.
I carry weight behind my eyes,
A thousand thoughts I don’t disguise.
I’ve learned to listen, learned to feel,
To sit with what I know is real.
And though my silence sometimes burns,
It holds the strength the loud one learns.
“Sometimes the strongest people are the ones who smile through silent pain, cry behind closed doors, and fight battles nobody knows about.”
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One Comment
Paula R Baines
Powerful prose.