A Thousand Quiet Storms

Not all storms are loud. Some rage on the inside in thoughts you don’t say out loud or in battles no one else sees.A thousand quiet storms have passed through me. Some came as heartbreak. Some as self-doubt. Some as nights that felt too long.But I’m still here. Not untouched but unbroken. Every storm softened something in me. Taught me to bend not break.You don’t need thunder to be strong. Sometimes surviving in silence is the loudest thing of all.