The Strength to Stay

I'm still here

I'm not finished.

The road disappeared beneath my feet,

But I walked anyway.

The fog stayed thick—

But so did my will.

I don't shine in gold or glass,

But I survive, I outlast.

They see the wins, I feel the war—

Every silent breath, a metaphor.

The world expects a louder song,

But I've been strong all along.

I don't rise like thunder—

I rise like breath.

Soft, unshaken,

Fighting death

Of dreams I haven't given to yet.

I'm not the fastest,

But I never stopped.

My feet kept moving,

When everything dropped.

This isn't about winning—

It's about staying.

Not about loud strength—

But quiet remaining.

"Still becoming. Still standing."

Every failure carved a map

On the walls inside my chest.

I followed it in silence

And gave myself what I deserved best.

Not applause,

Not proof—

Just the courage

To move.

Tell me I'm slow,

But I made it.

Tell me I fell,

But I faced it.

This pain? I laced it—

Into boots and kept pace with

Dreams they buried under doubt.

I dug them out.

You don't have to be unbreakable,

Just willing.

You don't have to scream—

Just keep filling

Your name into each new breath.

I climb through fog,

I walk in silence,

Each footstep is defiance

Against the end they expect.

I'm still here—

And still correct.

You'll see a fire.

I'll feel a whisper.

You'll wait for sound,

But I am the flicker

That stays.

This is strength:

Not giving up.