Ever had a moment when reality catches up to you—
a quiet reckoning,
a sudden pause in the chaos of life—
and you wonder, how did I get this far?

Despite the words of doubt hurled at you
by those who thrived on your mistakes,
despite the traps laid in the shadows,
designed to see you stumble and fail,
despite the “friends” whose motivation
was nothing but veiled envy.

Still, here I stand, ready to rebuild.

Poem:

Pieces fall, a quiet sound,
Dreams are lost, not to be found.
Hope fades fast, the light grows dim,
The fight is over; I can’t win.

Threads are torn, ties pulled apart,
Pain weighs heavy on my heart.
Silence lingers, cold and near,
Once so strong, now ruled by fear.

Rebuilding:

Fear fades away, strength returns,
From brokenness, a fire burns.
Silence breaks, the ties are mended,
What was lost, now will be tended.

Light breaks through, the dreams revive,
I’ll rise again, I will survive.
What was shattered, now is whole,
Here I stand—with a healed soul.

This poem was inspired tonight by that very feeling:
of rising above what was meant to destroy me.
Despite the words, the traps, the false smiles—
I’m still here. Still standing.
To be rebuilt.