It’s just a breath, it’s just a day,

but that’s enough to find my way.

One step forward, one moment here,

a little courage to fight the fear.

I don’t need much, I just need me,

to trust myself, to let it be.

I’ll take the time, I’ll make it mine,

living my life, one breath at a time.

They said I’d fall, they said I’d fail,

that I was weak, that I was frail.

But here I stand, my head held high,

I’ll keep on going, I won’t ask why.

The road is hard, the path unclear,

but I’ll keep walking, I’ll face my fear.

This is my promise, this is my vow,

I’m still here, and I’ll show them how.

I tried to speak, but words fell flat,

the truth is hard when told like that.

So I stay quiet, hold my ground,

letting silence be the sound.

They may not know the things I’ve faced,

or all the moments I’ve erased.

But every day, I start anew,

this is my life, and I’ll push through.

I don’t need the world to see,

what’s locked away inside of me.

It’s not their right, it’s not their place,

to judge the lines upon my face.

I feel the anger, I feel the pain,

I let it rise, then fall again.

This is my fight, this is my time,

and I’ll decide what makes it mine.

I take a step, and then one more,

each one closer to the door.

The weight I carry slows me down,

but I won’t let it pull me to the ground.

The road is rough, the night is long,

but in my chest, my heart stays strong.

I don’t need answers, I don’t need praise,

I’ll keep on walking through these days.

I am more than the weight of the world on my chest,

more than the ache that robs me of rest.

In my heart, there’s a whisper, a quiet refrain,

a song of hope breaking through the pain.

I’ll sing it softly, just for me,

a melody no one else need see.

It’s not for their ears, their judgment, their gaze,

but for the courage to step through my haze.

For in the end, I walk alone,

but that’s where I’ll find my strongest tone.

Not in others, not in their view,

but in the love I give myself anew.

My thoughts are waves in a restless sea,

crashing, retreating, endlessly free.

Each tide brings whispers of what was lost,

a salty reminder of every cost.

Yet in the calm, the sea lies still,

a mirror reflecting the strength of my will.

No storm can last, no wave can stay;

the ocean will find its gentle way.

So I’ll wait for the quiet,

for the softening tide,

knowing in stillness,

I’ll find where I reside.

I am stitched together by threads of quiet,

woven through moments no one sees.

The laughter shared in fleeting hours,

and the tears that fall to unseen seas.

These threads are delicate, fraying at times,

but they hold me steady, keep me whole.

In the silence, I find their strength,

binding pieces of my soul.

No need for mending by other hands,

these scars are mine to weave anew.

Each thread a testament of time,

a story only I construe.

I glance at my reflection,

its cracks spreading like roots in the ground.

Each line tells a story,

some I wish I’d never found.

I am whole but not unbroken,

a mosaic of joy and despair.

Yet even in the shattered pieces,

a fragile beauty lingers there.

I’ll hold the fragments closer,

learn to love their jagged form.

For even in imperfection,

there’s a calm within the storm.

A heaviness clings to my breath,

a whisper of something undone.

It’s not the echo of someone’s voice,

but the silence that lingers when all is gone.

Each step feels like treading water,

every smile, a fleeting ghost.

The warmth of laughter slips through my hands,

leaving me yearning for what I need most.

Let the stars cradle my restless thoughts,

their light a balm for wounds unseen.

For in the vastness of the quiet night,

I find a space to simply be.