Unheard, a little girl lived,
Alone, always caught in a rift.
She just wanted to live.
She just wanted to breathe.
She just wanted to exist.
She was ambitious, Had a dream.
Wanted it as smooth as a river's stream.
But she forgot,
She forgot her existence,
Existence of pain, fear, misery,
Though she remembered,
she remembered
That light comes only after a fight,
That light comes only after a fight...
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC
Unheard, a little girl lived,
Alone, always caught in a rift.
She just wanted to live.
She just wanted to breathe.
She just wanted to exist.
She was ambitious, Had a dream.
Wanted it as smooth as a river's stream.
But she forgot,
She forgot her existence,
Existence of pain, fear, misery,
Though she remembered,
she remembered
That light comes only after a fight,
That light comes only after a fight...
I wrote this poem for every little girl and little boy who has ever felt unheard, who has ever fought a private battle alone, and whose simple, necessary dream to just exist and breathe had to become a fight.
May the light you seek find you after your struggle.
