Threads of Quiet

I am stitched together by threads of quiet,

woven through moments no one sees.

The laughter shared in fleeting hours,

and the tears that fall to unseen seas.

These threads are delicate, fraying at times,

but they hold me steady, keep me whole.

In the silence, I find their strength,

binding pieces of my soul.

No need for mending by other hands,

these scars are mine to weave anew.

Each thread a testament of time,

a story only I construe.