Quiet Roads

To move on is to tread a quiet road,  

Where the echoes of pain are left untold.  

No banners raised, no proclamations made,  

Just the steady rhythm of wounds that fade.  

For healing speaks in whispers, soft and low,  

A secret song only the heart will know.  

It doesn’t demand the world to see,  

The silent strength of setting free.  

Your story need not shout to prove its end,  

The heart finds peace where it will mend.  

No need for voices to declare the break,  

For in the quiet, true steps we take.  

So walk the road with steady pace,  

No need for words, no frantic race.  

Let silence guide, let stillness be,  

The quiet path to being free.