Poetry
The Quiet Victory
Each dawn I rise with silent grace,
No trumpets sound, no medals placed.
The war I wage, no eyes can see—
It rages deep inside of me.
I lace my shoes with hands that shake,
But take each step for my own sake.
Through shadows thick, through doubt and fear,
I march ahead year after year.
No witness stands to cheer or jeer,
Yet still I fight, and still I'm here.
My voice, at times, the harshest sound—
But also lifts me when I’m down.
I fall, I fail, I cry, I bend,
But never break, and never end.
For every scar and bruise I earn,
There’s fire in me that starts to burn.
I show up raw, I show up real,
No mask to hide the hurt I feel.
And in that truth, I find my might—
A soul unshaken by the night.
I live each day with open eyes,
With grateful heart and reaching skies.
No second wasted, none ignored-
Each breath a gift, each step a sword.
I am the storm, the calm, the flame,
The one who rose despite the pain.
No need for praise, no need for fame-
The Quiet win still speaks my name.
Everyday More
Outside, it's calm—serenity's grace,
Inside, a storm I quietly face.
No wish to be more, no thirst for acclaim,
Just trying to rise through sorrow and shame.
I stumble, I fall, the ground knows me well,
But I won’t stay broken, I won’t let it dwell.
A whisper inside me, quiet yet strong:
Be better, keep going, you’ve known this all along.
I want to be found, to shed what I've worn,
To rise from the ashes, not tattered and torn.
Each day I kneel, with heart laid bare,
Begging for strength in silent prayer.
To be more than the shadow I was before,
Better than yesterday—richer in core.
Each breath a promise, each moment a door:
Everyday better, everyday more.
Still Standing
What do you do when you're trapped in your mind,
Lost in a maze no compass can find?
Alone in a crowd, out of reach, out of touch,
Longing for warmth, but it's never that much.
They see your stumbles, they whisper your flaws,
But silence falls flat when you earn their applause.
Your triumphs pass by like ghosts in the night,
While your failures are framed in a harsh, glaring light.
So how do you fight what lives deep inside,
The shadows that dance, the fears that reside?
You armor your soul with the truths you reclaim,
That you're more than their judgment, more than their shame.
You breathe through the battle, you scream through the pain,
You rise every morning and stand in the rain.
For every dark thought that says you're not enough,
You answer with fire, with love, and with tough.
You're still here, still standing, still finding your way—
That alone is a victory, day after day.
Stronger With Every Step
Some days feel heavy without a name,
A quiet ache, a silent flame.
No reason clear, no trigger near—
Just weight that whispers, “you are here.”
You are not weak for feeling low,
For pausing when there’s miles to go.
Each breath you take, a small repair,
A soft reminder: you still care.
Healing isn’t loud or bright,
It’s choosing rest instead of fight.
It’s loving scars, it’s speaking slow,
It’s learning when to just let go.
You're not alone—don’t be deceived,
We all have nights we can’t believe.
But still, you rise, through doubt and mess,
A quiet act of bold progress.
So take the steps, both big and small,
You’re stronger still through every fall.
And even rest, so still, so deep,
Is where your roots learn how to keep.
The Bottle Remains
Tomorrow waits, yet I stand still,
Sober by choice, against my will.
Through slurred-out rage and shattered breath,
Through echoes sharp with whispered death.
The fuck yous laced in bitter wine,
Your hands- kept far, nor crossing mine.
Not out of hate, but something more,
A line drawn firm upon the floor.
I checked your nose, I wiped the red,
Carried you back to borrowed beds.
Not ours, not mine, not meant to be,
Yet still, you rest- because of me.
I hope you see, through all you lack,
How much I care , though love won't track,
You chose the drink, you let me go-
and still, the bottle waits below.
Crossroads
I've stumbled, fallen, drowned in the glass,
But that ends here- no more, no past.
The choice now stands, not mine, but yours,
A path unknown, behind locked doors.
Where do we go? What do we choose?
Do we mend, or do we lose?
Is there a life for us to build,
Or only silence, left unfilled?
Do we part, untangle ties,
Choose ourselves, not alibis?
No matter where your heart may land,
I'll love you still- no reprimand.
For come what may, for all undone,
You'll hold my love, though we move on.
Yours, Always
Forever, love, my heart stays true,
No pain can break what beats for you.
Through every ache, through every scar,
You are my wish, my guiding star.
I hope you choose to stand, to stay,
But I can't bed, not one more day.
I want your heart, your soul, your touch,
Yet wanting isn't quite enough.
The choice is yours- I'll wait, I'll see,
But love will live in me, still free.
Fading Echoes
My heart aches, my soul wears thin,
Left in the dark, alone again.
Again, again- you may turn away,
Yet leave me hope you'll choose to stay.
You tempt, you tease with what could be,
A dream that never comes to me.
I love you, handsome- always will,
But love alone won't keep me still.
My heart is hurting, my soul is tired,
Chasing embers long expired.
The Fight to Begin
I stand in the void, hollow and worn,
No past to hold, no future born.
Only the now, a fleeting breath,
Lost between life and silent death.
When do I yield, lay battles to rest,
Let go of pain held tight in my chest?
When does the heart forget to ache,
And learn which path it dares to take?
Yet still, I rise on weary ground,
Seeking the place where hope is found.
I do not know the way or when,
But I must fight to live again.
The Strength to Stand
Have you ever felt like nothing goes right,
Like you're lost in the dark, searching for light?
Pulled in directions too many to count,
Never quite reaching the top of the mount?
I know that feeling—I’ve lived it each day,
But today, I have something special to say.
A moment so simple, yet shining so bright,
A victory small, but filled me with light.
Would you believe it? Yard work, it seems,
Brought me success beyond my dreams.
Not long ago, I feared the worst,
That my legs had failed, that I was cursed.
Six months ago, I faced a choice,
With doubt in my heart, yet strength in my voice.
"Amputate now, or take the chance?"
I chose to fight, to stand, to dance.
They told me I might never stand tall,
But I refused to crumble, refused to fall.
No therapy came, no guiding hand,
So I carved my path, learned to stand.
I walked, I jogged, I played once more,
I worked, I laughed, I opened the door—
To a life not broken, but strong and true,
A life I reclaimed, a life made new.
So if you’re lost, if you can’t find your way,
If the world feels heavy, dark, and gray,
Remember this—don’t let fear decide,
Strength is born when you choose to rise.
You are mighty, you are bold,
Your story is yours, and it must be told.
No matter what storms may come into view,
You can do anything—yes, even yard work too.
A Future in Question
Where do we go from here, my love?
Do we hope while bracing for despair?
Do we walk on glass with weary steps,
Afraid the cracks will lead us there?
Do we hold our breath, hearts unsure,
Waiting for the fall to start?
Or have we lost the will to dream,
Too scared to mend this fragile heart?
So many questions, whispers fade,
Unspoken words, a love undone.
I want a future, hand in hand,
But only if you want it too.
Choosing Joy in the Journey
Sometimes life doesn’t go as planned,
We think we’re going left, but a right is at hand.
That doesn’t mean we’ve lost the fight,
We pause, breathe deep, and find our light.
We choose to be happy, where we stand,
But that doesn’t mean we’ll stay in the sand.
We can build a new path, start again,
And make a fresh plan, free from the strain.
We may not control what comes our way,
But we own how we respond each day.
I choose to see joy, in all that’s small,
The smiles of my kids, the victories, the call.
The A in my class, the book that I read,
The songs that lift me, the moments I need.
The rest will come, in time, no doubt,
For joy in the journey is what it’s about.
Loves Fading Whisper
My heart is breaking, torn in two,
It aches for love I once knew.
It feels as though, with every breath,
It's ripped from me—this love, this death.
Do you love me? Tell me, please.
Or am I grasping autumn leaves,
Drifting, fading, lost to time,
A love that once was wholly mine?
You hold me close, yet words won't stay,
They slip like ghosts, they fade away.
Your lips are silent, cold and still,
While I am screaming—do you feel?
What do I do? Where do we go?
Is this the end? I need to know.
Will love return or drift to past?
Or is this silence built to last?
Time to Grow, Time to Heal
My heart is breaking, torn in two,
It aches for love I once knew.
It feels as though, with every breath,
It's ripped from me—this love, this death.
Do you love me? Tell me, please.
Or am I grasping autumn leaves,
Drifting, fading, lost to time,
A love that once was wholly mine?
You hold me close, yet words won't stay,
They slip like ghosts, they fade away.
Your lips are silent, cold and still,
While I am screaming—do you feel?
What do I do? Where do we go?
Is this the end? I need to know.
Will love return or drift to past?
Or is this silence built to last?
Ashes of Us
You never cared, not once, not ever,
No love to give, no bond to sever.
Your eyes were cold, your words untrue,
A hollow heart that never knew.
I reached for you in dark despair,
Yet found no comfort waiting there.
You watched me break, you let me burn,
Begged to see me twist and turn.
Was it joy to see me cry?
To watch me fade, to watch me die?
But pain won’t keep me bound to you—
I rise, I heal, I start anew.
Boss Energy: Unstoppable & Unapologetic
She wakes with a spark and fire in her chest,
Not waiting for luck — she creates her best.
Dreams on her mind, goals in her grip,
Power in her stride, truth on her lips.
They said it was hard, she said, “Watch me rise,”
Turned every setback into fuel for the skies.
Bruised but unbroken, fierce in her flow,
She moves with a mission — steady and bold.
She writes her own story, edits the doubt,
Knows what she wants and figures it out.
No time for fear, she’s chasing her fate,
Serving up greatness, served hot on a plate.
She’s grace with grit, calm in the storm,
A force to be reckoned with, passion in form.
A boss, a baddie, a light that won't dim,
She wins because she knows she will win.
So here’s to the ones who dare and believe,
Who hustle in silence and never deceive.
Set your mind, let your heart lead the run —
You’re not just showing up — you’re getting it DONE.
I Leave You With Both
Some leave with silence—no whisper, no sound,
Like shadows retreating, not wishing be found.
Others leave blazing, with fury and flame,
Turning love into ashes, then cursing the name.
But me—I’m a storm in a still, bitter night,
A spark in the hush, setting wrongs into right.
No need for a warning, no scream or display—
Just fire in my footsteps, then I walk away.
Burn it to the ground, let the embers confess,
All the words left unsaid, all the hearts left a mess.
No vengeance, no echo, no final refrain—
Just the ghost of my silence, and the scent of the flame.
Finally, I Believe
Finally, I believe—my eyes have opened,
No longer lost where shadows lie.
The weight has lifted, the fog has broken,
And light now dances in my sky.
I walked for years through endless night,
Each step a whisper, barely heard.
But now I see, with growing sight,
A world reborn in every word.
No longer in the tunnel, dim and hollow,
I rise where once I feared to fall.
The light ahead, I choose to follow,
A gentle voice, a brighter call.
Hope blooms softly in the distance,
A flame that flickers into fire.
Joy waits with quiet persistence,
Around the corner of desire.
The past may knock, but I won’t answer—
I've learned to live, to breathe, to feel.
The future’s mine, a fierce romancer,
And what I see now—what I see—is real.
She Remembers Her Fire
She used to fold her hunger neat,
tuck it under busy feet—
whispers drowned in daily grind,
moans exchanged for peace of mind.
But something stirred—a glance, a breeze,
a dream that danced between her knees.
She laughed too loud, she moved too free,
and mirrors started liking she.
No longer buttoned at the throat,
she wore her want like silken coat.
Each sigh, a story; every glance,
a dare to risk, a chance to dance.
She found her name in moonlit skin,
in every ache she kept within.
The rules she lived began to melt—
desire no longer on a shelf.
She isn't wild. She just remembered:
a touch, a taste, a heat untempered.
She’s not reborn—she’s just allowed.
No longer soft. No longer bowed.
Her Skin Remembers
She used to bite her wanting back,
wrap it tight in lace and lack.
Desire was a thing she feared—
too loud, too hot, too near.
But heat has memory, and skin keeps score,
and now her body’s knocking at the door.
A whisper here, a grazing thigh,
a slow-lit spark she can’t deny.
She walks with hips that know their weight,
a pulse that flirts, a breath that waits.
No shame in how she arches now,
no guilt for sweat upon her brow.
She craves with purpose, not pretend,
the kind of touch that doesn’t end.
Not love, not vows, not dainty games—
but fingers bold enough to know her name.
She’s not undone, she’s just aware—
of all the fire she used to spare.
She’s leaning in, lips parted wide,
and meeting every urge she used to hide.
She Chose Her
She used to bend—sweet, soft, polite,
shrinking herself to fit just right.
Laughed on cue, dimmed down her flame,
played the part but cursed the game.
She wore their love like borrowed clothes,
pretty, tight, but never hers, she knows.
So one day, quiet turned to spark,
and she walked away from needing marks.
No more “Am I enough?” refrains,
no hunger tied to someone’s chains.
She found her taste in solitude,
a craving for her own full mood.
Now she moans for morning light,
not lovers gone before the night.
She touches skin like sacred ground,
and answers only to the sound—
of her own pulse, her rising breath,
the woman born from all the rest.
She doesn’t chase, she doesn’t wait,
she pours her wine and sets her plate.
She is not lonely. She is whole.
Not half, not part, but pure control.
Desire no longer means “approve”—
it’s just the way she learns to move.
She chose her fire. She chose her name.
And never asked for love the same.
She’s not unclaimed—she is unbound.
And in herself, at last, she’s found.
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