The Quiet Power Within

There is a light beneath the ribs,

A pulse that hums beneath the skin.

It doesn’t shout, it doesn’t beg—

Yet it moves the world from deep within.

It is the spark before the sunrise,

The breath before the storm,

The whisper saying “keep going,”

When everything feels worn and torn.

You cannot see it,

But you feel it—

In the way your soul resists the ground,

Refusing ever to stay still

When something calls you to rise again.

It’s older than your failures,

And wiser than your fear—

A current that remembers

The reason you are here.

Some call it spirit,

Some call it will,

Some call it love.

I call it stillness turned electric—

A quiet power built to heal and rebuild.

It flows each time you choose to create,

Each time you forgive and give,

Each time you dream despite the darkness—

A steady rhythm teaching you to live.

Feed it not with praise,

But with truth.

Feed it not with noise,

But with peace.

Let it breathe through patience,

And it will roar through possibility.

And even when the world

Turns away from your light,

Remember—

You are not waiting to be lit.

You are the flame.

So rise,

Again and again,

Until your very being

Becomes a sunrise—

Proof that energy is never lost,

Only transformed

Into strength.