Sometimes I forget the strength hidden in my own bones,
how many storms my soul has crossed.
The winds tried to break me,
the nights filled my chest with loneliness,
and invisible scars lived quietly inside me-
like wounds the world could never see.
Yet the strange secret of life is this:
every storm that tried to destroy me
became the path that brought me here.
I am still standing-
not because pain spared me,
but because my soul refused to surrender.
What tried to bury me
became the soil from which I rose.
And today, in the quiet of my heart,
I bow to every wound, every invisible scar-
for they did not end me,
they revealed the strength I had forgotten.
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 8:38 PM UTC
Sometimes I forget the strength hidden in my own bones,
how many storms my soul has crossed.
The winds tried to break me,
the nights filled my chest with loneliness,
and invisible scars lived quietly inside me-
like wounds the world could never see.
Yet the strange secret of life is this:
every storm that tried to destroy me
became the path that brought me here.
I am still standing-
not because pain spared me,
but because my soul refused to surrender.
What tried to bury me
became the soil from which I rose.
And today, in the quiet of my heart,
I bow to every wound, every invisible scar-
for they did not end me,
they revealed the strength I had forgotten.
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To her who already knows!!
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