PROGRESS LOOKS LIKE SILENCE

The hardest weights are the ones no one else can see.

So how do I make everyone else understand?
Even words struggle to explain.
I guess some feelings were never designed
to be translated, only endured.

There are emotions
only your own chest can carry,
weights no one else can measure.

I’m talking of Persistent trials
that look like silence from the outside,
progress that feels invisible
even to yourself.

Moments where you stand at a crossroad,
torn between chasing the dream
or simply moving
because standing still feels heavier.

Expectations rise louder than hope.
Dreams remain unfinished.
Responsibilities multiply
like they don’t care about timing.

Those who claim to understand you
often end up judging you.

And through it all,
the one thing holding me upright,
keeping me grounded,
keeping me breathing
is FAITH.

Written by Zainab Kolajo