"I Didn't Know"

"When I first stepped into this place,
I wrote a list—
A clean, proud scroll of all I'd chase
In just two years.
I had a plan,
A spark,
A rhythm in my stride.

But no one warned me
That the world would bend—
That recessions bite
And spirits break,
And some days all you do is sit
And apply,
And wait,
And feel like ****.

I’ll explain, if you’ll listen:
It’s not a pain you can just speak—
It settles in,
Quiet and deep.
Still, I push through,
I do what I must.
There’s no running from this dust.

But what aches the most,
Is not the fall or the fight—
It’s that no one gets it.
No one sees it right."