I am not the girl they see today,
Not the shadow, not the small.
I am the anchor in the grey,
The one who answers every call.
They argue loud behind the glass,
They count me out and close the door.
I watch the ticking seconds pass,
My elbows rooted to the floor.
The moss is slick, the branch is cold,
The garage shelf bites into my hand.
But I have stories yet untold,
And strength they’ll never understand.
Five seconds more.
One extra rep.
A "Sleeper Build" of bone and grit.
I take the long and lonely step,
While others stumble, fade, and quit.
No family stands to tap me out,
No cheering crowd to name the day.
But I will silence every doubt,
And carve my own and lonely way.
For when the world begins to bleed,
And stronger men fall to their knees,
I’ll be the Doc the Marines need—
The pillar in the storm-tossed seas.
I am a Sailor, built in silence.
I am the Doc, forged in the deep.
I turn my anger into guidance,
A promise that I mean to keep.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC
I am not the girl they see today,
Not the shadow, not the small.
I am the anchor in the grey,
The one who answers every call.
They argue loud behind the glass,
They count me out and close the door.
I watch the ticking seconds pass,
My elbows rooted to the floor.
The moss is slick, the branch is cold,
The garage shelf bites into my hand.
But I have stories yet untold,
And strength they’ll never understand.
Five seconds more.
One extra rep.
A "Sleeper Build" of bone and grit.
I take the long and lonely step,
While others stumble, fade, and quit.
No family stands to tap me out,
No cheering crowd to name the day.
But I will silence every doubt,
And carve my own and lonely way.
For when the world begins to bleed,
And stronger men fall to their knees,
I’ll be the Doc the Marines need—
The pillar in the storm-tossed seas.
I am a Sailor, built in silence.
I am the Doc, forged in the deep.
I turn my anger into guidance,
A promise that I mean to keep.
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