A Quite star

Not the loudest in the sky, Not the one that demands to shine, But the one that waits its turn And glows in its own time. You carry storms inside your chest, Yet still you choose to smile. You walk through doubt and questions With courage all the while. The world may not yet see it, The strength you softly hide, But mountains move in silence too— With power tucked inside. You don’t need noise to matter, Or crowns to prove your worth. Some stars are meant to guide the lost, Not blind the watching earth. And one day when you rise so high The sky will understand— The quiet ones were building light With steady, patient hands.