Where Hope Hides

You know, sometimes it feels like we’re all carrying these little battles inside us — the ones no one sees.

You get up, you smile, you do what you have to do… But underneath, there are days your heart feels like it's dragging heavy chains behind it.

That’s what this poem is about.

It’s about the silent wars we fight.

The way we patch ourselves up quietly in the dark, without asking for help, because maybe we're too proud… Or maybe we're just too used to doing it alone.

I wrote about the way hope bruises us sometimes — how believing can hurt.

But still, somehow, there’s this stubborn little light inside us that refuses to quit.

It flickers.

It hides.

But it never goes out.

And even when we’re bent, tired, or feeling like we’re losing the battle…

We are still rising.

Still breathing.

Still trying.

There’s this truth I needed to remind myself — and maybe you need it too:

You don’t have to be "unbroken" to be worthy.

You don’t have to win every battle to still be fierce and beautiful and brave.

The poem bows to the real, messy parts of us — the parts that hurt and heal and hurt again.

The parts that get back up anyway.

It’s a love letter to every woman — every person — who's ever fought invisible battles with a quiet strength that nobody else even noticed.

You’re seen.

You’re incredible.

You’re still here.

And that matters more than you know.

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