A Whisper to God

Sometimes, all the heart yearns for is a quiet presence — a soul that listens without words, a touch that feels like home. Sometimes, love isn’t grand or loud, it’s just someone who stays when the world walks away, someone whose silence heals louder than comfort ever could. I’m tired of being strong, of pretending that loneliness doesn’t ache. I’m tired of carrying the weight of every unspoken tear, But life… it demands strength, asks me to stand like a pillar — steady, unmoving, even when I’m breaking inside