Smile please

A smile is not loud, yet louder than fear, It whispers, "I'm strong," when the storm draws near. No crown on its head, no trumpet, no fame, Yet silently, gently, it softens all pain. It’s born in the heart, then travels the face, Lighting up moments in life’s hurried race. It doesn’t mean "perfect," or "all is just fine," It simply says, "I’ve made peace with the line." In failure, it stays — a small, quiet cheer, In sorrow, it shines — wiping one hidden tear. It teaches us strength without making sound, A calm kind of courage the brave ones have found. So wear it today, not just as a style, But as your own shield — your soft, glowing smile.