In the silence of others, we search for our name, As whispers unspoken still fuel the flame. No voices to guide us, no words to define, We walk through the shadows, still chasing a sign. Their silence, a verdict we cannot comprehend, Like echoes of judgement that never quite end. The weight of their quiet, a burden we bear, As if in the absence, our value is there. But worth isn’t tethered to voices unheard, It’s not in the silence, nor spoken word. It lies in the core, in the heart that beats strong, A rhythm that tells you, you've been worthy all along. So, rise in the quiet, let silence dissolve, For your worth, like the stars, will continue to evolve. No need for their words, no need for their gaze, Your worth is your own, in a thousand new ways.

I wear two skins, both shy and loud. In the noise I settle down. Introvert, I always learn, epiphany on high alert. Alone, I find a clearer view, the quiet is my highest throne. One ignites, the other yearns. Extrovert, I have the nerve, should I feel it worth my time. Expend the energy as if it were mine, a crowded room has stories to tell.

Where words dance like the sweet morning, A space in the light for voices, old and new. Poems are shared and ideas set free, This is Honey Tongue's hive to be. From silver lines to golden dreams, Here, every voice in rhythm gleams. Together, we write, inspire, and grow— In this hive of art, let your words flow.