They didn\u2019t clap.
Not when I tried.
Not when I stayed up all night just to prove a point.
Not when I kept showing up with a voice no one heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Instead, they looked away.
They shrugged.
They asked, \u201cAre you still doing that thing?\u201d
like passion has an expiry date.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first, I thought maybe they were right.
After all, who was I?
Just a girl with a dream and barely any support.
But even in my doubt, I couldn\u2019t walk away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes, I showed up because I didn\u2019t know what else to do.
Other times, I showed up because I had no one else to lean on.
But eventually, I showed up because deep down,
I believed there was more in me than they could see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Meanwhile, their silence kept screaming.
While I waited for claps, I got quiet rooms.
While I poured my heart out, they scrolled past like it didn\u2019t matter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still, I stayed.
And then I grew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Truth is, it wasn\u2019t easy.
Some days I felt invisible.
On those days, I almost convinced myself to quit.
However, something always pulled me back ,maybe God, maybe grit, maybe both.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Slowly, I started creating not for applause, but for healing. Interestingly, the same people who didn\u2019t believe in me They say, But the truth? They didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They didn\u2019t see the nights I cried, asking God if I was still on the right path. Yet through it all, I stayed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because one thing I\u2019ve learned? Now when they talk, I listen\u2026 and smile. In the end, their disbelief built my discipline. So yes,, Let them talk. And while they speak, Walking Shadow Poetry – Grow from what\u2019s meant to kill you.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/1EbvGz8CMp<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gradually, I began to show up for me<\/em>, not for them.
Eventually, the seeds I planted in silence began to bloom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
started to mention my name.
Suddenly, I was someone worth remembering.
And now, they tell everyone they knew me back then.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe used to live down the street.\u201d
\u201cWe went to school together.\u201d
\u201cI always knew she had it in her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nor did they hear the doubts in my own voice.
They didn\u2019t witness the late nights, the lost friendships, the broken confidence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Belief isn\u2019t always loud.
Sometimes it\u2019s a whisper you have to follow when no one else does.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not because I need their validation,
but because I remember what it took to stand here today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Their silence taught me how to clap for myself.
And their absence showed me how to never give up on me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One day, the people who didn\u2019t believe in you
will tell everyone how they met you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let them tell their stories.
Let your journey be the proof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you\u2019ll keep walking,
not for their approval,
but because you already know who you are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n