There\u2019s a weight on my chest,
Heavy as the night,
Every step feels like a battle,
Every breath a fight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pain has become a companion,
One that never leaves,
It follows me through the days,
And haunts me in my dreams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve seen the darkness,
Felt it wrap around my soul,
Whispering that this is it,
That I\u2019ll never be whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But deep down, beneath the hurt,
There\u2019s a flicker of light,
A small, stubborn hope
That refuses to give up the fight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It tells me that one day,
The clouds will part,
That the sun will shine again,
And warmth will fill my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I hold on,
Even when the nights are long,
Even when the tears fall
And everything feels wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because I know that pain is not forever,
It\u2019s a chapter, not the end,
And though the road is rough now,
It will smooth out around the bend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I cling to the belief
That joy is waiting for me,
That beyond this storm,
There\u2019s a calm I will see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I keep going, step by step,
Even when it feels like too much,
Because hope is my anchor,
My unbreakable crutch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One day, the hurt will fade,
And I\u2019ll stand tall and free,
But until then, I\u2019ll hold on to hope,
Knowing better days are meant for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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