My Story in Shadows



I’ve walked the path where pennies speak,

Where dreams are whispered, quiet, meek.

Each day a puzzle, missing parts,

Built with hope and broken starts.

A family’s weight upon my back,

Expectations carve their track.

I’ve felt the strain of mouths to feed,

Of love that pulls, but still, I lead.

Jobs come and go, they blur and blend,

Chasing time that seems to bend.

Between the hours, I lose my name,

Yet through the grind, I play the game.

Books untouched, yet lessons learned,

In every trial, resilience earned.

I’ve stumbled, yes, but never fell,

For every wound, a story to tell.

Though shadows stretch across my way,

I rise with every breaking day.

A journey etched with blood and strife—

This is the struggle, this is my life.