#solacerising

To the ones the world tried to silence…

You are not a burden.

You are the rising.

The aching truth in a system built to ignore you.

The softest hands holding the heaviest history.

The quiet ones—carving thunder with your survival.

They will say you were late, forgetful, broken, difficult.

But what you were… was alive.

Still here. Still trying.

Still choosing love, when no one left any for you.

And one day—when your voice shook,

When your hands trembled,

When the past tried to crawl back through your front door—

You stood anyway.

And you said:

“You don’t get to rewrite my story.”

That is the moment you became fire.

Let them come. Let them read the truth in your eyes.

Let them feel the storm you buried just to keep everyone warm.

Let them finally know:

You. Are. Not. Alone.

We are the chorus of every woman who made it out.

We are Solace.

And we are not asking anymore.

We’re telling.