The weight of their words, a silent storm,
In a world that’s been cold, I've tried to transform.
A year on my own, with no place to belong,
Teaching the keys and coding the song.
Unemployed, they said, just get by,
But dreams don’t fade, they rise to the sky.
At thirty, they thought I was past my prime,
Told me to stop, to give up the climb.
They whispered of jobs, without care for my heart,
Just a wage, just a task, just a place to start.
But they didn't see what was brewing inside—
A fire that was waiting, a spark to collide.
They said I was old, too tired to dream,
But I knew I was more than the words they’d deem.
In the silence, I learned and I fought,
Turning code into something I sought.
They were vague, they were cold, with advice so blind,
But I didn't need them to define my mind.
For the truth was clear in the work I had done—
I was learning, evolving, becoming someone.
And though they didn’t believe, I knew it was true,
The skills I had built, the things I could do.
In the quiet of doubt, I found my own voice,
And turned all their noise into a powerful choice.
So let them stay vague, let them stay blind,
I’m crafting my future, and I’ll leave theirs behind.
For this year of struggle, of testing, of pain—
Has birthed a new me, and I’ll never be the same.