Awake, Not Broken

Waking up feels like standing in rain,

With heavy thoughts running down like pain.

The world looks loud, the days feel tight,

Even little things might start a fight.

Not because the heart is mean,

But because the system runs unseen.

Too much to carry, too much to hold,

Too much truth learned, too bold.

Seeing patterns in money, power, and skin,

Knowing the rules were never built to let many win.

That knowledge doesn't fade with sleep,

It lives in the chest, it settles deep.

And when life stays the same on repeat,

The mind starts pounding like marching feet.

The hands still cook, still clean, still move,

But inside, the spirit wants proof.

Not of love, not of luck, not of prayer,

But of progress that's real and fair.

Because awareness without a plan is a cage,

A mind on fire with nowhere to aim the range.

So the rest begins with something small,

Not a new life, not a perfect overhaul.

Just one clear step, one clean choice,

One action that gives power a voice.

Drink water. Breathe slow. Stand tall.

Write the next move. Make the next call.

Post the reel. Build the page.

Turn the pressure into a lane.

No more drowning in what can't be changed,

No more bleeding from battles unnamed.

Control the morning. Control the screen.

Control the next ten minutes, keep it clean.

Neutral is allowed. Quiet is strong.

Rest is not where the future goes wrong.

The mind isn't broken. The body is tired.

The vision is big. The life needs wired.

So build it in pieces, brick by brick,

Not by emotion, but by something quick

One step today. One step again.

That's how the trapped turn into free women and men.

And one day,

Looking back will feel clear,

Not because it got easy...

But because action was stronger than fear.