Poetry
Silent Tectonics
Beneath still waters, the ocean floor moves.
Beneath a composed face, the heart trembles.
The Earth has never been still,
though we call its slow shifting silence.
Continents drift, mountains rise, valleys sink—
each change taking centuries,
each upheaval written in stone.
So too in the life of a young woman
bound by lace, duty, and the watchful eyes of society.
Her days may seem gentle as pressed flowers,
yet within her run currents older than any sea.
Her thoughts press against the limits set for her,
her dreams slip through cracks in custom,
and each quiet defiance is a fault line forming.
Silent Tectonics is not only the Earth’s story—
it is hers.
It is the slow, inevitable shaping of a soul
by pressure, by collision, by the deep fire beneath.
It is the truth that beauty is not always in stillness,
but in the unseen movement
that changes everything.