In the Quiet of Her Steps
written by: Aileen D. Tacbalan
No thunder in the silence of her tread,
Yet mountains quake beneath her soles.
She is not the one to shout herself into a stand.
And the world must know her name.
She spins her days in writhen thread.
From hopes now thrilled with sorrow bending dead.
But on she walks, loss at her back,
Every wound grazes her back.
The fields are broad, her hands are bare,
Nor do the winds stop looking at her.
But peace she scatters with a noiseless hand,
No one applauds her restraint.
The children sleep; her dreams do not.
They hover when time was of no consequence.
She was a girl with eyes of sky.
Now she is simply a woman who lived.
Nobody remembers her ascent or decline.
Her wall holds no medals.
But ask the stone, the rain, and the earth.
The stone, the rain, and the earth will vouch for her independence.
But she kept a storm inside, which was not fueled by pride or resentment.
Despite her lack of volume, she possesses a quiet strength that endures forever.
- In the Quiet of Her Steps - August 7, 2025
- Through The Storm - April 2, 2025
