“Soft Doesn’t Mean Silent” by Orielle

I walk through clouds like I stitched the gray

Wrapped in softness they mistook for stray

No filter needed, I glow in blur

The quiet kind—the kind they never were

My breath ain’t weak, it’s sacred fog

My pulse don’t race, it speaks in jogs

And when the street forgets my name

I hum it back—slow, not tame

Soft doesn’t mean silent

Dim don’t mean gone

My calm is a riot

I carry it on

They think I’m fading

But I’m just still

Beneath this hush

Is a louder will

I leave no echoes—they’d drown in me

Still waters know their own degree

Don’t need to shout—I choose my tone

And heal in notes they’ve never known

Let them keep chasing louder lights

I’ll bloom in dusk, reclaim my nights

They call me soft, like it’s a shame

But soft survives when none remain

Soft doesn’t mean silent

Dim don’t mean gone

My hush is defiant

My stillness strong

I don’t need thunder

To be the spark

I light the way

When it’s too dark

If I move quiet, it’s so I feel

If I speak low, it’s still real

Not every flame has to shout to burn

Not every silence waits its turn

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