Soft Whispers of Peace

Life hadn’t always been gentle to her—
Some days carved her open,
Others buried her in silence.
But even in the ache,
She learned to listen
For the soft whispers of peace.

In love, she had tasted both fire and famine—
Hearts that came like storms,
And those that vanished without goodbye.
But somewhere between the breaking
And the healing,
She found a love that didn’t shout—
It stayed.
And whispered calm into her chaos.

The road beneath her was coarse,
Laced with gravel dreams
And bruised beginnings.
But still, her feet kept moving—
Not because she wasn’t weary,
But because hope lit the horizon
Like a lantern
Too stubborn to dim.

She found beauty in the not knowing,
Grace in her becoming.
And though the world often roared,
She carried within her
A gentler sound—
The quiet assurance
That she would rise again.

So if ever you see her still,
Know it’s not because she’s lost—
It’s because she’s listening
To the soft whispers of peace
That carry her
Through every storm.