The Son Who Stayed Silent

Not all were granted space to cry,

Some learned to stand as years passed by.

No hand to guide, no voice to trust,

Just inner strength that rose from dust.

The silence taught what books could not,

To gather wounds and tie each knot.

No need for crowds, no praise required,

Just quiet steps from what transpired.

The soul became its own repair,

Each breath a calm against despair.

The distant one who never swayed,

Despite the love that was delayed.

And now, where others seek the past,

A steadier spirit holds steadfast.

Not what was lacked, but what became,

A story rewritten without blame.