When the weight of the world sits heavy on your chest,
And silence feels louder than all the rest,
When the light in your eyes begins to dim,
And hope feels like a distant hymn
Breathe.
Not because it’s easy.
But because it’s holy.
Because every inhale is proof
That even now, you’re not finished.
You, who rise despite the ache,
Who carry dreams that others break,
Who show up cracked, yet still complete,
With tired eyes and steady feet
You are not weak for feeling worn.
You are human. You are reborn
Each time you choose to stand once more,
Even when life shuts every door.
Let the tears fall, let them flow
Water only helps the garden grow.
And you, beloved, are still becoming.
Still learning, still healing, still running.
Some days will test your every bone,
But stars can only shine when alone.
And though the night may stretch and stay,
The dawn is always on its way.
So hold this truth and hold it tight:
You are the storm, and you are the light.
You are the prayer someone once prayed.
The miracle that never fades.
Rest if you must. Fall if you need.
But never forget, you still lead.
Through shadows, scars, and silent cries,
There’s glory burning in your rise.
You made it through today.
And that is everything.
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