When Life Weighs Heavy

In the quiet corners of the night,

Where dreams once danced, now flees the light,

There sits a soul, worn thin and sore,

Asking if there's something more.

Bills on the table, food running low,

Smiles faked daily just to show

That everything's fine—though it's not.

Inside, a fire fights cold and rot.

They say, “Hold on, this too shall pass,”

But hours feel like broken glass.

Each step forward costs too much,

Each fall reminds how deep the cut.

Friends fade when silence grows loud,

Shame wraps like a heavy shroud.

You scream inside, but none can hear—

Not the pain, nor the rising fear.

Yet still, you rise with morning sun,

Wounds unhealed, but battles won.

Because deep down, a voice whispers true:

“There’s more to life, and it starts with you.”

Success is not a sudden climb,

Not loud, not bold, not always timed.

It’s the small choice to try again,

To speak, to fight, to break the chain.

It’s in the tired hands that build,

In dreams replanted, not yet fulfilled.

In failing twice but rising thrice,

In choosing peace and paying the price.

No one sees the mountain moved

When you choose not to be removed

From your own life—your sacred place—

Where struggle births amazing grace.

So walk the path, though rough and steep,

Your purpose planted far, but deep.

And when they ask what pulled you through,

Just smile and say: “I never withdrew.”