Silent Tears.

In the quiet hours of the night, when the world is fast asleep, I find a place to hide my pain, a space where shadows creep. My heart is heavy, filled with grief, but no one hears my sigh, For in the dark, I shed my tears, and silently I cry. The sorrow wells within my soul, a storm without a sound, Each tear a drop of hidden pain, that falls without a bound. No sobs escape my trembling lips, no cries to break the night, Just silent tears that tell the tale of battles fought in plight. My heartache is a whispered plea, a call that no one hears, A symphony of silent cries, composed of all my fears. I wear a mask throughout the day, my smile a practiced art, But in the dark, my tears reveal the aching in my heart. The world may see a stronger me, a face that's calm and bright, But in the shadows of my room, I weep throughout the night. These silent cries, these hidden tears, are pieces of my soul, A testament to all the pain that time may never console. And though the world may never know the depth of my despair, I'll find the strength to carry on, to face the morning air. For silent cries may speak of pain, but they also tell of grace, A quiet strength that rises up to meet life's harsh embrac