
I have bent, but never broken,
Stumbled, yet still stand tall.
The world has tried to shake me,
But I refuse to fall.
They see my quiet moments,
And mistake them for defeat.
Yet within me burns a fire,
No storm can ever beat.
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Some days, the weight is heavy,
Doubt whispers in my ear.
But I have faced the darkest nights,
And I am still here.
Pain has been my teacher,
Struggle shaped my soul.
I wear my scars with honor,
Each one makes me whole.
So let them say I’m fragile,
Let them think I’ll break—
They don’t know the battles
That I refuse to forsake.
I may walk through fire,
I may bleed and ache,
But one thing’s for certain—
I am not weak.
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Astone Zulu
I weave emotions into words, turning thoughts into poetry and understanding the human mind through psychology. Join me in exploring the beauty of language and the depth of the soul




Comments (1)
Great poem! ''I wear my scars with honor''-that 's the way, the only way...