Where unspoken words become the loudest truth,

As I sit with the words that make up The Silent Strength: Where unspoken words become the loudest truth, I am reminded of how often we move through life with thoughts and emotions left unsaid. We fill the air with conversations, answers, and explanations, but how often do we give ourselves permission to pause, reflect, and hold space for what we cannot articulate? This collection was born from that very question.

There is an undeniable strength in what we leave unspoken—the moments where we hold our thoughts close, where we wait for the right time, or where we simply don’t know how to say what we feel. These unspoken words, while never uttered, often carry the heaviest weight. Yet they also carry potential. They are the seeds of growth, the catalysts for change, and the markers of introspection.

The poems within these pages are my way of exploring the beauty, complexity, and quiet power found in these spaces. The short stories that accompany them bring these abstract emotions to life, grounding them in the lives of characters who, like all of us, grapple with the tension between what is said and what is left unsaid.

This collection is an invitation to explore those silent, unspoken moments in your own life. To reflect on the moments when you’ve held your breath, waited for the right words, or quietly discovered something new about yourself in the stillness. It is a reminder that not everything needs to be rushed, and not every answer needs to be spoken out loud. Sometimes, the most profound moments of growth happen in the quiet, unspoken spaces we hold.

Thank you for joining me on this journey, and I hope these words resonate with the quiet strength within you.

Sample

What We Have

 What we have is not a promise,
Not a vow we made one night.
It’s the quiet space between us,
Where love settles in soft light.

It’s in the touch of your fingers,
The warmth of your breath on my skin,
In every glance that speaks volumes,
In every silence we’re both in.

It’s in the way your hand holds mine,
Not tight, but just enough,
To let me know I’m safe here,
And that this love will be enough.

It’s in the way we don’t need words,
For our hearts speak in unison,
A rhythm only we can hear,
The song of two becoming one.

What we have is more than fleeting,
It’s the space we’ve made our own.
In moments where time stands still,
Where we’re both here, and never alone.

It’s the shared understanding,
That we don’t need the world to see,
That what we have is simply this—
Two souls, bound in harmony.

And when the world outside grows loud,
When the noise begins to rise,
I’ll find you in the quiet, love,
Where the truth in us never dies.

BENEATH THE SURFACE

This poem explores the deep, understated nature of a love that transcends grand gestures or dramatic promises. It focuses on the quiet, often unnoticed moments that make a relationship meaningful and enduring. The first stanza sets the tone, indicating that the connection between the two individuals is not defined by traditional vows or overt declarations. Instead, it’s rooted in the silent space where love simply exists, without needing constant affirmation.

The second stanza emphasizes the power of physical touch and the unspoken bond between the two. The mention of “every glance” and “every silence” shows that their connection is more profound than words could capture. It highlights how love manifests in the smallest, most intimate gestures—the touch of fingers, shared glances, and comfortable silences.

The third stanza focuses on the comforting, steady nature of the relationship. The phrase “just enough” suggests that their bond is not based on dependency, but mutual trust and understanding. They don’t need to cling to each other because they already feel secure in the connection.

The poem then shifts to the idea that their love doesn’t require validation from the outside world. The relationship is private, personal, and self-sustaining. This theme of inner harmony is continued in the next stanza, where time seems irrelevant in their shared space. It speaks to the timeless nature of their love, where moments of togetherness feel eternal.

The final stanzas close with the sentiment that even when the world around them becomes chaotic, they will find refuge in each other. The truth of their love exists in this quiet place, away from the noise of the world, where they are truly themselves.

The poem conveys that true love doesn’t need to be loud or extraordinary. It’s the quiet, shared moments, where two people understand each other without needing to explain, that form the foundation of a lasting and meaningful connection.

What We Have ~story

The evening was still, the house wrapped in the soft, golden glow of the fading sun. Emma sat at the kitchen table, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her mug as she watched the last rays of light pour through the window. It was the quiet moments like this she cherished most—moments when everything around her seemed to pause, allowing her to breathe, to be.

Across from her, Tom sat, his gaze fixed on the newspaper he was leafing through. His brow furrowed slightly as he read, but there was a calm in his presence that made the silence between them feel natural, not uncomfortable. The house was filled with a tranquility that only years of shared life could create. There was no need to fill the air with words, no expectation for constant conversation. Emma found herself smiling softly, content in the simplicity of the moment.

She had once believed that love had to be loud, that it had to be constant fireworks and declarations. But with Tom, she had learned that love was quieter, more enduring. It wasn’t in the promises they had made to each other, though they had made many over the years. It wasn’t in grand gestures or spectacular moments. What they had was something deeper, something that didn’t need to be voiced every day to be understood.

Tom looked up from his paper, catching Emma’s smile. His eyes softened, and for a brief moment, the world outside the walls of their kitchen disappeared. It was just them. His hand reached across the table, not forceful, but steady, and she placed her hand in his. There was no rush, no urgency in the way their fingers intertwined. It was simply right.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a quiet rumble that matched the peace between them. “Are you okay?”

Emma blinked, momentarily taken aback. She hadn’t even realized she had been lost in thought, but his words grounded her. She nodded, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I was just thinking how much I love this—just being here with you.”

Tom’s lips curved into a small smile, but his eyes, those eyes that had seen so much of her life, spoke volumes without a single word. She didn’t need to say anything more. They had been through so much together—difficult years, moments of doubt, but also laughter, joy, and a thousand tiny moments that filled their lives with meaning. Through it all, they had learned that what they had didn’t need to be confirmed through constant reassurance. It was understood.

She leaned back in her chair, her thumb lightly tracing the rim of her mug again. The familiar rhythm of their lives, the quietness that filled the space between them, was more than enough. The days didn’t always need to be filled with words or big events. Sometimes, all it took was the touch of his hand, the glance they shared across the room, or the way he would quietly reach for her when she least expected it. Those were the moments that defined their love, the ones that built something stronger than any vow.

“Remember that time,” Emma said, breaking the silence, “when we just sat on the porch, watching the stars? No talking, just being there together.”

Tom nodded, his expression softening as the memory of that night washed over him. He leaned forward, his hand still resting gently on hers.

“I remember. It wasn’t anything grand, but it was perfect.”

They both fell silent again, the weight of the memory settling comfortably between them. It wasn’t the kind of memory that needed to be celebrated with fireworks or grand declarations. It was a quiet moment, something shared, something they understood without needing to explain.

As the evening deepened, they remained there in their quiet, in their own little world, where the noise of the outside didn’t matter. What they had wasn’t something that needed to be proven, not by words, not by actions. It was something that existed in the smallest things—the way they touched, the way they understood without saying a word. It was a love that didn’t shout, didn’t demand attention. It simply was.

Tom squeezed her hand once more, and Emma closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of the world outside, but inside, it was just them. What they had was more than enough.