Have You Heard the Whispers in the Silence?

In stillness, pain softens, and love rewrites what once felt undone. – Issue #22: Saira The Poet

"It is a sacred space where I finally come undone."

Some healing isn’t loud. It doesn’t come with fireworks or declarations. It happens in silence, between breaths, behind closed doors, in the quiet moments no one else sees.

There was a time I didn’t know how to be still. Silence felt like a weight. But slowly, I began to hear something inside that I’d been too busy to notice. A soft hum. A tender echo. A part of me asking to be held.

This poem is about that stillness, the one that holds you steady when everything else feels uncertain. It’s about tending to your inner landscape with grace. About letting go of old narratives and rewriting your truth, word by word.

In this issue, we’ll explore how quiet healing can be the most powerful kind. The kind that takes root beneath the surface. The kind that turns whispers into strength.

Thank you for reading.

🪶Poem of the Week

Photo from: Pinterest

Here is “Healing in the Quiet” by

Saira The Poet

I learned in the language of stillness,

pain softens into a gentle hum.

An echo turns to harmony,

a sweet melody unsung.

It is a sacred space

where I finally come undone.

I became the gardener of my heart,

each doubt a thorn, I dared to part.

Watering wild roots with patience and grace,

nurturing growth in self-love's embrace.

You are the ink in my life’s unseen lines,

handwritten whispers only I can define.

In the margins of me, your love resides,

a quiet strength that only heals and guides.

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🌿Behind The Poem

I wrote Healing in the Quiet during a time when I had no choice but to sit with myself. The noise had faded, both around me and within me. And what was left was silence. At first, it felt empty. Then, it felt sacred.

Stillness became the space where I could finally unravel the pain I had been carrying. Not to fix it all at once, but to understand it. To soften around it. To let it teach me something deeper about self-love.

The idea of “learning the language of stillness” came to me as I noticed how much I had avoided silence in the past. But when I leaned into it, it gave me clarity. It allowed me to rewrite the way I spoke to myself, with patience, not pressure.

The lines in this poem became like a garden. Each one a small seed of grace. The kind you plant when no one is watching. The kind that only grows when you're not rushing.

Especially the final stanza, it’s a reminder that healing doesn’t always come from someone else. Sometimes, it's your own love, whispered into the margins of your life, that begins to guide you back home.

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Have you ever found healing in stillness? What did you hear in the silence that surprised you?
And what did you learn when you finally came undone?

I’d love to hear what Healing in the Quiet means to you.

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✍🏻This Week's Writing Prompt

Share your prompt answer by Wednesday to be featured in next week's issue.

Describe a time when silence, solitude, or slowing down helped you reconnect with yourself.

• What changed?

• How did stillness help you heal?

• What did it teach you?

Challenge: Share your story in 200-300 words.

Want to be featured? Send in your story by Wednesday, and I’ll highlight a few in the next issue!

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To help me serve you better, I’ve created a quick survey. It’s completely anonymous and only takes a minute. Your words shape the future of this space.

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🤩 Community Spotlight!

I’ll try to feature the best 2-3 responses each week here, with special shoutout in the newsletter! If this week’s prompt inspires you, reply to this email.

Today we have:

1️⃣

Ann Lyons

Your poetry is absolutely beautiful and prompts me to write with my heart. Thank you for generously sharing your talents so freely.

Some of the saddest lies are the ones we tell ourselves.

I’m fine, she lied

It’s just a scratch.

I’m ok, she replied

It’s not much of a mark.

Don’t worry, she said

I don’t need company

I’m used to myself

I’m used to just me.

No one is coming,

To help carry the load,

To help keep her chin up

Or offer a hand to hold.

The silence is comforting,

The darkness a relief,

The damp pillowcases,

Recount all the truths

They were the ones

Who held all the tears

the broken dreams,

and the wasted years.

It ok, she repeated

I’m fine, that’s the truth

I’ll keep moving forward,

I just misunderstood.

Downtrodden and broken we can retreat into our own sense of reality believing that this will keep us safe from harm, hiding our shame, taking the blame.

Removing the veil of self deception is frightening. Facing the lies that held us in places of pain.

This is not your blame to claim. This is the moment when you can finally see that we deserve so much better. We deserve the truth of self-love.

We just need to learn how to do it, maybe it begins with the ‘Truth we cannot see’

🦋

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🆕 Updates & Requests

• The Death of a Beautiful Dream: Have you read my debut book yet? If you haven’t yet, get a copy today! If you have, is there a poem that particularly resonated with you? Share your favourite quote or moment from the book by commenting below or replying to this email.

• The eBook reviews: Those of you that have downloaded and read the eBook, it would be amazing if you would share your thoughts and reviews with me by leaving a comment below or replying to the newsletter.

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📚Recommendations

1. Book: How To Love Better High by Yung Pueblo – In How to Love Better, Yung Pueblo examines all aspects of relationships, from the rose-coloured early days when you may be hesitant to show your full self, to the challenges that can arise without clear communication, to dealing with heartbreak and healing as you close a chapter of your life.

2. Tool: Healthy Minds Program – The Healthy Minds Program app is a free mindfulness tool designed to strengthen well-being through awareness, connection, insight, and purpose. With guided practices rooted in neuroscience and psychology, it offers a flexible way to integrate mindfulness into your daily life. Available on both Android and iOS.

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✨ Thank you for continuing this journey with me. Whether you’re taking your first steps toward healing or revisiting familiar paths, know that your words matter. Every time you express your truth, whether through writing, speaking, or reflecting, you’re creating something unique and powerful.

Whether you're just beginning to heal or revisiting old wounds with new wisdom,
You are not alone. Your journey is seen. Your voice is needed. And your healing, however quiet, is powerful. You are not alone. Your journey is seen. Your voice is needed. And your healing, however quiet, is powerful.

👇 Remember to share your story of resilience in the comments below - I'll feature my favourite responses in next week's issue. And if this resonated with you, sharing this newsletter with a friend helps our community grow.

If this moved you, share it with someone you love. And don’t forget, your words matter. I can’t wait to read what you write.

With love and gratitude,
Saira