She didn’t scream anymore.

She didn’t have to.

Her silence burned brighter than all the noise.

They thought she was resting —

but she was rebuilding.

They thought she was soft —

but her gentleness had turned into gold.

Underneath her quiet breath,

a fire lived —

holy, ancient, unstoppable.

She was calm.

But never small again.

—

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“Her silence is not the absence of fire —

it’s the art of holding light without burning.”

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