Soft Strength
There are women who carry fire in their wombs
and still speak in lullabies.
Who measure their months
in quiet endurance.
Who know the language of pain
yet answer in grace.
And there are men
who hold entire storms in their chests
and choose not to thunder.
Who wake before the sun
to wrestle invisible weight—
health, expectation, provision, pride—
and return home gentle.
Soft strength is not fragile.
It is disciplined tenderness.
It is choosing not to pass the wound
to someone else.
Not all resilience is loud.
Some of it
is simply staying kind.