The Silence They Don’t See

They whisper, gossip, point, and stare,  

At the quiet one who's always there.  

In stillness, I dwell, with thoughts that run,  

A thousand worlds behind my tongue.

They say my silence hides the truth,  

But they don’t know the things I choose.  

The words unsaid, the calm restraint,  

Hold power they cannot paint.

They claim to worry, yet they speak,  

Of things they’ll never dare to seek.  

For in this quiet, I am strong—  

My mind a fortress, deep and long.

Their noise, their chatter, fades away,  

While I grow wiser every day.  

For what’s unseen and never heard,  

Holds more than any spoken word.