A road paved with memories of pain,
Thoughts that won’t let go,
Trapped in the vault of my mind.
I search for what's wrong—
But pain speaks in silence.

It either builds or breaks.
It becomes a weapon,
Where emotions stay locked.
I try to return
To a path long forgotten.
They say there’s light
At the tunnel’s end...
But what if there isn’t?

So I searched within—
To carve hope
From my own emptiness.
The pain was real,
But the scars were illusions
Time refused to heal.

When I almost gave up,
A voice found me.
A whisper turned into light—
A flicker I never saw before.

My illusions faded.
Strength rose.
Not because I was healed—
But because I chose to rise.

The tunnel wasn’t endless.
Just darker
Than I was ready for.

You’ve spent years being the ground—
holding everyone’s weight,
catching their falls
while no one noticed
you were crumbling too.
You smile like it's stitched in,
even when your soul
wants to unthread.
You carry laughter
in pockets full of old sadness,
and somehow still give
more than you’ve ever received.
But hear this, quietly—
like a secret you forgot was yours:
You deserve to be the sky.
Not just the roof over others,
but the space to breathe,
to be light,
to thunder if you must,
to stretch without apology.
You are not a background.
You are the whole **** sunrise
someone's waiting to wake up to.

This is for the ones who wake up tired,
but rise anyway.
For the quiet fighters—
the ones who dream in silence,
who carry storms in their chest
but still offer calm to the world.
For the hearts that have been broken,
but still dare to hope.
For the souls who have failed,
been laughed at, overlooked, underestimated—
but show up, again and again.
You are not behind.
You are not too late.
You are exactly where your strength is built—
in the struggle,
in the doubt,
in the ache of becoming more than anyone expected.
One day, the cracks will glow,
the scars will shine,
and the world will ask,
“How did you do it?”
And you will answer,
“I kept going… when no one was watching.”

Memories linger, vivid as yesterday,
Yet slip through my fingers, like sand swept away.
Oh, to turn back the clock, to cradle the past,
To savor each moment, make every heartbeat last.
The world weighs heavy, a quiet disconnection,
Smiles wear thin, shadows breed introspection.
But in nature’s embrace, I find quiet release,
Where sea breezes murmur and forest songs bring peace.
In meadows of emerald, I rest with the bees,
Their soft hum a balm, their rhythm a breeze.
Through life’s restless chaos, I’ll carve out my way,
Guided by starlight on clear midnight’s stay.
And with every sunset, I’ll dance wild and free,
A quiet joy blooming, fierce inside me.