She Walks Without Armour, But Never Powerless.

The Girl God Made With Silence and Strength.

World said—

“She talks too much,”

“She feels too deep,”

“She’s too emotional, too sensitive, too much…”

But they never heard

the silence she swallowed each night,

the ache between her sentences,

the storms behind her soft smile.

Even when the world misunderstood her —

she kept walking, step by step…

And that is her quiet strength.

The world judged her, but she never gave up.

Behind her laughter lived pain.

Behind her strength, were battles she fought alone —

a broken and lost relationships, career struggles, and endless responsibilities.

Her career—

left bruised by closed doors and unseen worth.

Her relationships—

shattered glass she walked over barefoot,

holding a child in one hand

and her dignity in the other.

One by one—

friends faded,

family judged,

the world turned cold.

She says to herself, 

I am not strong like steel.

I am strong like earth — fire and coldness inside...

sometimes cracked,

sometimes flooded,

but always capable of growing again..

She is like the moon —

never the same every day.

Some nights she glows with light,

and some nights, she disappears into complete darkness.She carries her scars quietly,

just like the moon wears its craters.

Yes, she still miss him...but

She lost him.

And for a long time, she thought she lost herself with him.

The girl who used to smile easily,

who believed love was soft and simple,

who waited for someone to protect her —

she disappeared into courtrooms, chaos,

and the long corridors of silence..... Long long corridors. 

She once loved with her entire being —

not just with her hands,

but with all heart, 

that prays, love and miss for someone

even after they’ve gone...

She crossed cities,

left behind the laughter of her daughter,

the warmth of her aging parents,

just to glimpse the one who never turned back.

The city whispered of betrayal.

The lanes remembered her pain.

But she walked again — barefoot through memory,

choosing to rebuild on the same ruins

that once broke her.

People say this city is beautiful —

green, alive, full of light.

But for her,

it is a desert —

hot winds,

cold silences,

and roads she walks alone,

carrying the weight of a heart that still feels too much.

Yet…

in this desert, she blooms quietly.

Not loudly, not perfectly —

but steadily... And all alone. 

To her daughter,

she is the sky —

vast, sheltering,

never afraid to face the storm

for the one she loves.

She is not the strongest by the world’s eyes.

But she stands for what is right.

She doesn't cheat. She doesn't bow.

Even when broke, she doesn’t beg.

Even when touched, she remains untouched —

for her soul lives so deep

that no hand can reach it.

She doesn't know if love will ever return —

real love, the kind that doesn't run.

But if it does…

it will have to meet her

not where she once was,

but where she now stands:

Whole.

Wounded.

Still soft.

Still luminous.

And never, ever powerless. 🌙

She is grateful…

To everyone who taught her — through love or pain.

To those who lifted her, and even those who left her behind.

To every moment that broke her, and every moment that rebuilt her. 

Because of it all,

She now stand more firm than ever before.

and she carry no hatred but grace. 

Through heartbreaks and healing,

She has grown stronger.

Not harder… just more grounded.

With 💕

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