Abric

For does who are heartbroken

**I have walked through quiet battles
that no one ever saw,
carrying pieces of myself
that felt too heavy to hold anymore.

I learned to breathe through pain
that tried to swallow me whole,
and I stitched myself together
in places no one will ever know.

There were days my voice trembled,
days my courage felt small,
but somehow I kept moving,
even when I thought I’d fall.

I found strength in broken moments,
in the cracks that light still found,
and I realized healing isn’t sudden—
it’s built slowly, from the ground.

My heart has been bruised,
but it’s still learning how to shine.
My story isn’t perfect,
but every chapter is mine.

I rise—not because I’m fearless,
not because I never cry—
but because after everything,
there is still fire in my why.**