I’ve stumbled, fallen, flunked,
gotten lost and tried again.
I’ve overthought and overfelt,
been told I was too much — or not enough.
But I’m still here.
Still breathing.
Still creating small pockets of light
in a world that rarely slows down.
My story isn’t a straight road.
It’s full of curves, corners,
pauses and pivots.
But every step I take
even the quiet, hidden ones
means I haven’t given up.
And that is strength,
soft and real.
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