Things done quietly are done well

The Power of Poetry

You are mirrored there, in the dimly lit corners of effort,
I’ve got a secret; I cradle it inside myself like an ember.

It’s not the ruckus and riot that truly matter.
The sun shatters no windows to bring morning light into rooms.

Things done quietly — they refuse loudness—envelop truths
Closer now, take a look,

Many believe in the quietude where strength resides.
Actions whispering subtle while ringing thunderous

Soundless victories etched deep within effortful persistence.
You are mirrored there – into each struggle silently endured,

The barely perceptible movements that fuel un-celebrated yesterdays.
Today’s tales hidden cryptic behind wrinkles and scars of trying

Unsung heroes stitch history from hushed moments not profusely proclaimed.
Reveals witnessed only by moon's gentle light — enduring testaments

Of hands gently folding time over itself like soft dough under skilled palms,
Quietly building bridges without gold plaques or accolades

And without sound, the world turns.