Life is like a quiet, safe haven for introverted souls, where speaking up may feel like a distant storm. It’s a journey where sometimes, being heard is a challenge. But as I keep on telling people; life is our canvas, and our voice is a brush; even gentle strokes can create a masterpiece. We should embrace our unique strengths, our deep thoughts, and the beauty of solitude. Life is not just about shouting; it’s also about whispering wisdom to those who listen. We should cherish the moments of quiet reflection, for they can reveal your true power. We may be soft-spoken, but your spirit shines through your actions, kindness, and the beauty of your inner world.
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I had battled silent depression for several years, I am not good in talking about my inner troubles, yes I can easily tell you my problems in a easy way but I can’t just get into deeper details. I am not the only individual but there are many people like me, I am sure.
Honestly speaking, I have never written anything personal on my blog, I can’t frame words for that. However, I just have a small poem today that I’d like to share. I found it in my diary from 2014.
Beneath the silver moon’s tender gaze,
In a small, sleepy town where time moves slow,
Lived a girl named Lily, shy and quiet,
In a world that often felt too loud and bright.
She roamed through meadows, lost in thought,
Where wildflowers danced and secrets were sought,
Her heart a library of stories untold,
In a world of dreams, she found her gold.
Lily’s days were filled with gentle sighs,
As she watched the clouds paint the skies,
In whispers of wind and rustling leaves,
She found solace in what the world conceives.
Her friends were books with pages worn,
Their tales of courage, love, and morn,
And under the branches of an old oak tree,
She’d read them aloud, feeling wild and free.
The bustling town knew not her name,
But in her heart, she played a different game,
She painted sunsets with dreams in her eyes,
A world of wonder, beneath quiet skies.
In this tranquil haven, she held her sway,
Her dreams like stars that lit her way,
For Lily, the quiet, the dreamy, the sweet,
Found her home in silence, a world complete.
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