i was meant for greater things
not to be folded into the quiet corners of other people’s comfort,
not to wear the smallness they hand me like a gift i should be grateful for.
the world has tried to carve me down to fit its narrow shelves,
but there is something in me that will not be contained,
a fire that remembers its own light even in the dark.
i have walked through rooms where silence was expected,
where ambition was called arrogance,
where the weight in my chest was mistaken for burden instead of purpose.
still, i carry it
this unshakable knowing that my hands were meant
to shape more than what they’ve been given,
that my voice was meant to reach further than the walls in front of me.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
i was meant for greater things
not to be folded into the quiet corners of other people’s comfort,
not to wear the smallness they hand me like a gift i should be grateful for.
the world has tried to carve me down to fit its narrow shelves,
but there is something in me that will not be contained,
a fire that remembers its own light even in the dark.
i have walked through rooms where silence was expected,
where ambition was called arrogance,
where the weight in my chest was mistaken for burden instead of purpose.
still, i carry it
this unshakable knowing that my hands were meant
to shape more than what they’ve been given,
that my voice was meant to reach further than the walls in front of me.