i try to see
the bright side
every day,
but deep down,
i’m scared—
my nerves
frayed,
worn thin
like overused threads.
i spent years
simply surviving,
keeping my head low,
waiting
for the right timing
to make it out
unscathed.
but cuts
and scrapes
still touch the surface,
and the light
inside my heart
flickers—
on repeat.
i know
what it’s like
to feel something,
but life
isn’t fair,
and the pain
i bear
makes me question:
will i remain
broken forever?
or will i
break free
from this cycle—
free from
the fear—
and like a phoenix,
take flight,
rise from the ashes,
and finally
fix my broken heart?
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
i try to see
the bright side
every day,
but deep down,
i’m scared—
my nerves
frayed,
worn thin
like overused threads.
i spent years
simply surviving,
keeping my head low,
waiting
for the right timing
to make it out
unscathed.
but cuts
and scrapes
still touch the surface,
and the light
inside my heart
flickers—
on repeat.
i know
what it’s like
to feel something,
but life
isn’t fair,
and the pain
i bear
makes me question:
will i remain
broken forever?
or will i
break free
from this cycle—
free from
the fear—
and like a phoenix,
take flight,
rise from the ashes,
and finally
fix my broken heart?
this poem is about survival, exhaustion, and the hope that somehow…
even after everything, you’ll rise.
inspired by Point North’s “Into the Dark,”
this is for anyone still fighting to find the light again.
sometimes healing doesn’t roar—it flickers, then burns bright.
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