Listen\u2026 sometimes life just \/ happens. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not because you were wrong. Not because you were bad. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not because you didn\u2019t pour every ounce of sweat, every late-night prayer, every shattered hope into it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You showed up, You fought. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You gave it your all and still the door slammed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still, the call never came. Still the love walked away. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still, the dream folded like paper in rain. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the voice in your head whispers, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou must be the problem. You must be broken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You must be too much\u2026 or not enough.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
No. Pause. Breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rivers don\u2019t apologize for direction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Frustrations in this life,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
they do not get to rewrite your worth. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
They do not get to hand you a mirror <\/p>\n\n\n\n
and make you hate the reflection staring back. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are not inferior. You are not unworthy. You are not valueless. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are important. You are rare. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like a comet that only streaks once in a lifetime,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
People wait centuries for someone like you to pass by, and most never even notice. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But that doesn\u2019t dim your light. It doesn\u2019t erase your pulse. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes things end because they were never meant to last. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes the universe pulls the thread not to unravel you, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
but to weave something else entirely. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are not always the problem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes the script was written that way before you even picked up the pen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes the storm arrives not because you summoned it, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
but because the sky needed to clear. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So let the frustration come. Let it scream. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let it burn through your chest like wildfire. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But do not let it convince you that your value lives in outcomes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your value lives in you. In the way you still rise after the fall. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the way you still love after the loss. In the way you still hope <\/p>\n\n\n\n
even when hope feels foolish. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are not a mistake waiting to be fixed. You are a story still being told \u2014 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
messy chapters, plot twists, unfinished lines\u2026and every single one of them matters. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So stand up. Look the mirror in the eye and say it loud: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis hurt? Not my fault. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This ending? Not my fault. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This ache? Not my fault. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But this life? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This fire still burning in me? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This rare, beating heart that refuses to quit? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s all mine. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And it\u2019s enough. It\u2019s more than enough.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes life just happens. But you? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You keep happening too. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Louder. Stronger. You stay rare. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not because the world voted, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
but because no duplicate exists,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a single fingerprint pressed into time, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
a voice shaped by nights no one else heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Keep happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Live Fully Before It\u2019s Too Late by walking shadow poetry<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u00a0https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/v\/17NxyzL9Fi\/<\/p>\n\n\n\n https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/v\/18MRSwgZNH<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n