Silent, often you are
No words to say
No voice to rise
Are you a fool?
Are you a coward?
Are you weak?
Are you ignorant?
Your words are chosen,
Your words are kind,
You spoke with calmness
Ignoring hurting words
Are you not hurting?
Are you not bleeding?
I want you to fight,
I want you to shout,
I want you to raise your hand in fist.
But in your meekness, there is serenity.
In your smile there is peace.
In your silence there is strength
