Still You

When everything quiets

And nothing feels clear.

When the noise in your head

is all you can hear.

When you're not quite sure

if you're breaking or bent—

*

You're still here.

That matters.

That’s time well spent.

*

You’ve tripped on your past,

you’ve been stuck in your skin.

You’ve circled the start

just to end up here again.

But bruises can bloom

into maps you can read—

*

And failure, sometimes, is just courage at speed.

*

The world isn't gentle.

It knocks without care.

It'll laugh at your hope,

leave your hands in the air.

*

But you’ve loved in the dark

and you've stood in the cold,

And that’s something louder

than winning or gold.

*

There’s no neon sign

that says you’re enough.

No finish-line flare

for this kind of tough.

*

It’s the breath you still take

when you don’t want to try.

It’s the truth in your throat

when your mouth says, “I’m fine.”

*

You’ve cried in small rooms.

You’ve laughed in the mess.

You’ve lost what you loved.

You’ve worn your regrets.

*

You’ve built something real

out of pieces and pain—

And still found the strength

just to stand up again.

*

So no, you're not perfect,

not polished or pure.

But you keep showing up.

You stay soft. You endure.

*

You're stitched with the stories

you barely survived—

And you’re more than just “still here.”

You're alive.

*

So let the sky fall.

Let the plans come undone.

Let the clock run out.

Let the loud voices run.

*

You don’t need the noise.

You don’t need the stage.

You've earned every scar.

You’ve grown out of the cage.

*

There’s power in quiet,

in being unsure—

In walking through fire

and not needing a cure.

*

You don’t have to shine

like the sun to be true.

*

The world turns,

the dark fades—

and still, it turns with you.