It came dressed as purpose, strength, a noble quest.
It’s spoken tones of sacrifice, promised meaning and nothing less. With steady hands, I took on this quest. Believing this is how you grow… To build, to hold, to be the one who stands while others come and go.
But no one told me that purpose frays… that duty strips you thread by thread, until you wake and barely know the name behind the life you’ve led.
They praised my spine and called me brave, yet no one could feel what was seeping through my veins.
I wore the role like borrowed skin… Like a warrior on a mission, sure of what I could accomplish. And I let my softness turn to steel, till even joy became a task, and even I forgot how light could feel.
Still, no one could ever prepare me on how much it cost to hold the storm and take on its wrath. So, now I sit with this disguise – not broken, just a little lost.
Still wearing strength, still playing brave, still counting what this purpose cost.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
It came dressed as purpose, strength, a noble quest.
It’s spoken tones of sacrifice, promised meaning and nothing less. With steady hands, I took on this quest. Believing this is how you grow… To build, to hold, to be the one who stands while others come and go.
But no one told me that purpose frays… that duty strips you thread by thread, until you wake and barely know the name behind the life you’ve led.
They praised my spine and called me brave, yet no one could feel what was seeping through my veins.
I wore the role like borrowed skin… Like a warrior on a mission, sure of what I could accomplish. And I let my softness turn to steel, till even joy became a task, and even I forgot how light could feel.
Still, no one could ever prepare me on how much it cost to hold the storm and take on its wrath. So, now I sit with this disguise – not broken, just a little lost.
Still wearing strength, still playing brave, still counting what this purpose cost.
