There are days when I feel like I\u2019m drowning,
Like no matter how hard I try,
The weight of the world keeps pushing me down,
And no one sees it, no one hears the cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I smile, I laugh, I play the part,
But deep inside, I\u2019m falling apart.
I\u2019ve built these walls, kept myself locked tight,
Afraid to let someone in, afraid of the fight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But here\u2019s the truth we all need to know:
You don\u2019t have to go through it alone,
We all have scars, we all have pain,
We all have moments where we feel insane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So let\u2019s create a space where we can just be,
No judgment, no shame, just you and me.
A space where we don\u2019t have to pretend,
A space where the hurt can finally end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We don\u2019t have to hide, we don\u2019t have to fake,
We can share our hearts, we can make a change.
Because when we come together, we are strong,
When we share our stories, we all belong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So if you’re struggling, don\u2019t keep it in,
There\u2019s no shame in the battles we\u2019ve been in.
Together, we\u2019ll lift each other high,
Together, we\u2019ll find the strength to fly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let\u2019s make this place a home for the broken,
Where love is spoken and hearts are open.
A space where healing can finally start,
A space where we can be real, heart to heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because no matter what you\u2019re going through,
You\u2019re not alone, we\u2019re here for you.
So let\u2019s make this world a little more kind,
A space for the hurting, for peace of mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Together, we rise. Together, we stand.
Let\u2019s make a space where we all understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
End.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" There are days when I feel like I\u2019m drowning,Like no matter how hard I try,The weight of the world keeps pushing me down,And no one sees it, no one hears the cry. I smile, I laugh, I play the part,But deep inside, I\u2019m falling apart.I\u2019ve built these walls, kept myself locked tight,Afraid to let someone […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2406,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[121,97,25,98],"tags":[35,49,34,50,61,55,22,48],"class_list":["post-3015","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/pexels-photo-4584462.jpeg?fit=947%2C1300&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3116,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/its-strange-really-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":3015,"position":0},"title":"It\u2019s strange, really by Walking Shadow Poetry","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"March 13, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"I\u2019m scared of being alone,Not the kind where you sit quietly for a while,But the kind that feels like a heavy shadow,Creeping in when no one\u2019s around. 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