The Fire Within

Right now, it feels like I am trudging through a blizzard, the wind howling against my skin, my footprints vanishing behind me as if I was never here at all.

Right now, it feels like I am scaling a mountain with trembling hands, my muscles burning, the summit shrouded in mist, just out of reach.

Right now, it feels like I am lost in the depths of an ocean, the weight of the water pressing down on my chest, my breath growing short as I search for the surface.

Some days, the words flow effortlessly, like a river carving its way through the earth, natural and inevitable. Other days, they feel trapped inside me, locked behind an invisible wall, refusing to come out no matter how hard I try.

The doubt creeps in like an unwelcome guest.

What if I’m not good enough?

What if no one cares?

What if all of this is for nothing?

But then, I remember—I have been here before. I have fought through the storms, climbed the mountains, swum through the darkest depths. And every time, I have come out the other side, sometimes battered and bruised, but never broken.

Because this isn’t just about words on a page.

This isn’t just about stories told and stories left untold.

This is about me.

I didn’t start writing for approval.

I didn’t start writing for validation.

I didn’t start writing for anyone else.

I started because there was something inside me that needed to be set free.

A fire that refused to be extinguished.

A voice that refused to be silenced.

So no matter how hard it gets, no matter how lost I feel, I will keep going. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I will.

I will break through the storm.

I will reach the summit.

I will find my way back to the surface.

Because the fire within me still burns, and I refuse to let it go out.