Category : Poems

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There was a time I couldn’t speak,
 My soul felt shattered, bruised, and weak.
 The nights were long, the light was dim,
 And joy was just a whispered hymn.
I carried wounds no one could see,
 A war waged quietly inside of me.
 With every breath, I faced the fire—
 But held on tight to one desire:
To feel again, to stand up tall,
 To climb my way out of it all.
 I didn’t want to just exist—
 I longed to live, to know I’m missed.
I stumbled, broke, I cried, I bled,
 With racing thoughts inside my head.
 But something told me, “This won’t win.”
 A spark ignited deep within.
That spark became a steady flame,
 A voice that gently spoke my name:
 “You’ve been through hell, you’ve walked through rain,
 But you are not defined by pain.”
So step by step, I faced the fight,
 I crawled my way back toward the light.
 And every scar I tried to hide
 Became a mark of strength and pride.
Because surviving isn’t weak—
 It’s waking up when you can’t speak.
 It’s rising when your limbs are tired,
 And choosing life when uninspired.
I chose to stay. I chose to grow.
 To plant new seeds, to let love show.
 I built a home within my soul—
 A place where darkness has no hold.
No longer chained by guilt or fear,
 I let the light draw me near.
 I learned to trust, to love again,
 To find my people, choose my friends.
The ones who saw the pain I hide,
 And never left my wounded side.
 They held my hand through heavy days,
 And loved me through my healing phase.
Now I speak for those who ache,
 Who bend and break, but still awake.
 Your story’s not too dark to tell,
 You’re not alone inside your hell.
There is a life beyond the fight,
 A dawn that breaks the longest night.
 And though it hurts, and though it’s slow,
 There’s beauty in the way you grow.
To anyone who feels unseen,
 Who’s trapped inside a silent scream—
 I’ve been there, too. I’ve known that place.
 But healing lives in your embrace.
You are not broken past repair.
 You are still breathing—you are rare.
 And every time you choose to try,
 You write a truth that can’t deny:
That pain may stay, but so will grace.
 You still belong. You still have place.
 You’re not a burden, not a shame,
 You are a soul who bears a flame.
So rise again, and raise your voice.
 This world is better for your choice.
 You’re not alone. You’re not your cries.
 You’re made to live.
Still—you rise.