Silentbattle Stories

Si Vallerien Porsa, isang babaeng puno ng pangarap; para sa pamilya, para sa sarili. Wala ibang ginagawa kung hindi ang mag-aral, maghanap ng pwedeng pagkakitaan, at patunayan na sa kabila ng bulok na sistema ng kaniyang bansa, may mararating siya; magtatapos at maiahon sa hirap ang kaniyang mga magulang at mga kapatid. Babaeng puno ng dedikasyon at motibasyon. Sa kabila ng lahat ng hirap na pinagdaanan, hindi nagawang sumuko at ipagwalang bahala ang pangarap na matagal na niyang binubuo. Pero sa kabila ng pag-aakalang mararating na niya ang tagumpay; may isang taong papasok sa buhay niya na aakalain niyang kasama sa tagumpay na natatamasa niya-sa isang iglap, wala na lahat-gumuho, at parang bumalik lang sa umpisa, kung saan kailangan niya muling simulan ang lahat. Isang tanong lamang ang pumasok sa isip niya. "Susuko na ba?"

Random thoughts Expressing hold back thoughts and feelings

Compilation of poems I wrote my life out of it, how I feel/mood, experience and what I observe. Some of them are not may experience but a dare if I could really wrote one about it (just 2-3 poems only I guess). This may be a little disarranged since I haven't remember when did I wrote some of this poems. Enjoy!

This isn't poetry for comfort. This is what survival sounds like when it's done bleeding quietly. This is for the people who were called strong because no one ever stayed long enough to help. For the ones who prayed, broke, sinned, healed halfway, and kept moving anyway. For the ones who got judged for how they survived instead of why they had to. I didn't come out clean. I came out alive. And if that makes me a hypocrite to people who never had to choose between drowning and breathing ugly, so be it. This is grief that learned how to stand. Faith that argues with God and still shows up. Love that wants connection but refuses to lose itself again. A heart that's tired of pretending healing is quiet or pretty. If you hear anger in this, good. If you hear truth in this, even better. And if this makes you uncomfortable, ask yourself why - because it wasn't written for applause. It was written because I'm still here. Still here. Still breathing. Still standing. Hypocrite.

📖🖊️ If my writing stops at a certain Part (Pena) for a very long time, my story ends here too.. 🥀🤍

Everyone has their own battles in life. We have different battle fields with different armour, different enemy, and different awards. You don't need everyone to know what battles you're into. They don't need to see your progress. Your progress does not need to be seen or validated by them. The question is, are you brave enough to face your enemy? Are you brave enough to fail? Are you brave enough to move forward? Are you brave enough to win your battles?

Verse of quiet heart 🌪️🫧🤍 - silencestorm_07 This book is for those who love deeply, break quietly, and heal slowly. For the ones who write instead of scream, who smile for the world while fighting wars within. For the dreamers who turn pain into poetry, who see beauty in sadness, and magic in being soft. This is not just a book. It is a piece of my heart, given to the hearts who will understand it. - Neha Zhinzhote 💌🤍

"I stay not because I have nowhere to go, but because I believe in the power of prayer." For many, marriage is a sanctuary. For me, it has become a silent battlefield. Since he chose to share his heart with another, and since his words turned into blades-mocking the silence of my womb-my world has crumbled. This is a collection of journals that will never be sent. A story of fighting for a sacred vow under the shadow of betrayal. While he chases a temporary thrill, I am knocking on the gates of Heaven. Because I know, no heart is too hard for the Creator to soften. A journey of faith, patience, and the ultimate miracle.

Just a short poem I made for crying alone.

"This is a work of fiction - though it may feel real. It's the story of a house that never rests, where expectations run high and tempers snap quickly. She came chasing a future of her own, but found herself buried in responsibilities she never chose. Between silence, unspoken struggles, and the constant weight of family life, she began to wonder if there was still space for her own voice. What happens when duty and dreams collide under the same roof?"

In "Whispers of a Tired Heart," I unfold the poignant narrative of my personal struggle with the silent battles that define each passing day. As night falls, I retreat to the solace of my bed, grappling with unspoken emotions that weigh me down, burdened by the gravity of decisions and weariness. Mornings usher in a relentless challenge, compelling me to face the world with a heart heavy with unexpressed pain, concealing the internal turmoil behind a fragile smile. The story delves into the internal conflict of my conscious choice to endure suffering in silence, all the while yearning for a tranquil end and a release from the ceaseless whispers of my fatigued soul. It's a journey that echoes the universal quest for peace amid the intricacies of internal strife.

Very short piece about having anxiety, and personifying it. Just a quick little thought/description about having anxiety.

A collection of poems for the quiet grief no one sees - the kind buried under fake smiles, long nights, and unspoken words. This is where I lay to rest the thoughts that never found peace