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Beneath My Silence – Why Healing Feels Exhausting

No one warns you that healing can be exhausting. When your nervous system begins to feel safe after years in survival mode, your body often asks for rest –

deep, quiet, uninterrupted rest. You’re not being lazy. You’re finally safe enough to slow down. Let your body have the stillness it was once denied. You’ve earned it. Rest isn’t a luxury –

it’s a homecoming. You’re healing. And that takes everything. Give yourself grace. This is part of the journey.

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T11:54:24-06:00July 4th, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – The Weight Behind Survival: More Exhaustion Than Strength

What’s behind many survivors isn’t always strength – but exhaustion. The kind that comes from holding it together alone, in a world that never made space for their pain, never offered a safe place to breathe or fall apart.

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:01:55-06:00June 22nd, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – I Still Hold On to Hope

I still hold on to hope. To the quiet strength of generosity. To the idea that kindness outlasts cruelty. That true power lies not in force –

but in grace. I believe a gentle word can soften anger. That tenderness holds its own quiet courage. And that we are so much more than what the world can see. Joy, I believe, is found not in things –

but in peace. And the simple acts of giving, without fanfare or reward, bring me peace. I believe love endures.

And no matter what storms may come –

I still believe.

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T11:45:55-06:00June 17th, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – Something Broke Inside Me

Something Broke Inside Me

It didn’t end my story, however, it rewrote the lines. A silent fracture, etched in time. I walked away – still breathing, yet changed in ways unseen. A quiet ache replaced the light of all I might have been.

That moment stole a piece of me, left hollow where hope had lived. Now I move with unseen sorrow, with nothing more to give. I survived –

yet not untouched. I live –

yet not the same. A stillness lingers in my chest, a whisper wrapped in pain. No one sees the loss I bear –

a scar the world can’t find. Yet I remember …

when something broke deep inside.

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T11:45:30-06:00June 16th, 2025|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments