01/02/2026
THE QUIET FIGHT
Inside my mouth, a quiet fight repeats itself.
My teeth stand strong, disciplined, unyielding.
My tongue—soft, curious, always talking—
forgets how close danger lives.
They clash.
Power meets expression.
Silence meets speech.
The teeth do what teeth do.
The tongue talks too much.
A quick bite.
A sharp reminder.
The tongue swells,
but it is not the tongue that suffers alone.
I am the one who feels the pain—
when I speak,
when I eat,
even when I try to stay quiet.
It’s strange how parts of me can fight
and pretend it’s nothing,
while I carry the ache everywhere I go.
I never mean to hurt myself,
yet strength wounds softness,
and my own voice bleeds inside me.
So I laugh a little at the irony—
my mouth at war with itself—
but I listen closely to the lesson:
When power attacks expression,
the whole soul suffers.
I am both the teeth and the tongue,
and healing begins
the moment I choose peace within myself.
Inspired by experience.