i need a break from all the noise
from crowded rooms inside my thoughts and voice
from carrying storms behind calm eyes
from wearing strength as a disguise.
the nights grow heavy on my chest
like weary birds denied their rest
and every hour bends too slow
beneath the weight i do not show.
i have been holding shattered skies
collecting hurt in silent tides
pretending i could still endure
while losing what i once felt sure.
so let the world move without me now
i do not need to prove somehow
that every wound can still survive
by forcing tired souls to strive.
let me disappear into the quiet air
where nothing asks and no one stares
where silence wraps around my bones
and grief can speak in softer tones.
some days are not for winning fights
or chasing meaning through the nights
some days are simply meant to be
a place where aching hearts breathe free.
and maybe healing is not loud
not found beneath a cheering crowd
but born within the gentle space
where i stop running from my pain and face.
the softer truth i could not know
that even rivers need to slow
that resting is not falling apart
but giving mercy to the heart.
great work begins when something stays
alive within you through long days
a quiet fire that does not bend
when storms arrive or seasons end.
it grows where passion learns to stand
with patient heart and steady hand
not chasing praise that fades by night
but building slowly toward the light.
the world will pull your gaze away
with louder roads and easier sway
but purpose speaks in softer tone
and asks if you can walk alone.
you are shaped by what you keep
the promises you choose to reap
each small devotion, day by day
becomes the path beneath your way.
and though the climb may ask its cost
through weary hours and moments lost
the soul finds meaning in the strain
where love and labor walk the same.
for greatness is not born from speed
or every passing voice and need
it rises where the heart decides
to stay with what still burns inside.
when blessings bloom within your open hand
remember nights when little still felt grand
when simple joys could make the spirit bright
before the world convinced your heart to fight.
let fortune never change the way you care
or build your soul around the need to wear
the endless hunger wanting always grows
and steals the peace a grateful spirit knows.
instead let giving be the path you choose
to help the hearts the crowded world may lose
for kindness speaks far louder than acclaim
and leaves behind a light beyond a name.
true riches are not measured by excess
or counted by the things we can possess
they live within the good we choose to share
the love we leave and how we choose to care.
