Echoes of Queen

  For those who thought being still makes them small. Dear you, You who sits in the back, You who speak in soft whispers. The one who never shouted but felt everything deeply and still stays little. You who remain in calm chaos, You who stay gentle in storms. The one who sat at the edge of crowds, laughed softly, only spoke when it mattered, and still held the world together in silence. You're always present, but never loud. I see you, I've always seen you. They made you think being still made you small. That your softness was weakness. That if you didn't speak loudly, or take space aggressively, you didn't matter. But they were wrong. You were never invincible. You were a garden growing slowly. Seen or unseen. You're not less You are not  someone who needs to become more just to be enough. You're the whisper that lingers longer than when they shout. You're the tranquil before the miracle, The peace that some people take a lifetime to search for. You've ...