I Am Stronger

I am stronger than you think.

You thought you could break me in half,

Shatter my soul and leave me alone,

But you didn’t count on my will to transcend.

I am stronger than you understand.

You cannot break me.

The fire that burns within my soul,

The resilience that sets me apart from the rest.

I am stronger than you know.

Fallen, though continuously getting up again.

Bruised and battered, yet never defeated.

My soul remains unbroken, my heart still beating.

I am stronger than you acknowledge.

I have gone through things you couldn’t endure,

Things you couldn’t even imagine.

The weight of the world and the darkness that settles around me—

I am stronger than you recognize.

I am no one’s victim.

A warrior and a survivor.

My heart is forged in fire,

My strength is molded from steel.

I am stronger.

I will forever be a survivor.

It Wasn’t Yours to Take

It wasn’t yours to take, but you took it anyway.

I didn’t want to give, but I couldn’t get away.

When you blamed me for what happened,

I believed it was my mistake.

When you said you didn’t mean to hurt me,

I pretended it was okay.

You said no one would believe me,

that it wouldn’t matter once it was done.

I can only hope… I was the only one.

You told me I wanted it, even as I kept saying no.

You smiled like a wolf when I tried to let go.

How did “if you want, we can try” ever sound like a yes?

The next day you tossed me aside

like a broken toy —

you’d gotten what you wanted.

Now I scream in silence at the memory

of your car, your fancy home,

the moment you stole what was never yours to take.

My body still doesn’t feel like mine.

Every inch marked by your eyes.

How do I give to someone else

when you took what was mine?

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Tired.

I’m tired.

’m Tired

I’m tired of the fight just to keep existing.

I’m tired of being tired.

I’m tired of pretending I’m okay,

tired of performing,

tired of running at 100mph and going nowhere.

I’m tired of staying busy helping everyone else

just so I don’t have to face myself.

I’m tired of the flashbacks that steal my peace.

I’m tired of not feeling enough.

I’m tired of questioning my own sanity.

I’m tired of being the scapegoat for other people’s trauma.

I’m tired of feeling everything so deeply,

tired of tearing myself apart with overthinking,

tired of carrying shame that was never mine.

I don’t want to give up…

and I won’t.

I just want to rest for a while.

I’m tired.

Hearing My Call

Is there hope for those who take the road less traveled,

Who choose to take a chance?

Others give me advice I don’t want to receive.

I don’t want to hear their stance.

I am the one who is chasing my rainbow,

No matter how long it might take.

I am the one wishing on a star,

Believing in one lucky break.

I am the one with my life on the line,

No future planned out,

No place to call mine.

But this couch is soft and I work hard each day.

I hope if I cross my fingers and pray…

That I’ll break my way out of this cage,

That I’ll make my way onto the stage.

Then maybe I’ll get your support and respect

I just didn’t need after all.

Because I’ll know it was the determination that won

And God guiding me

Towards my call.