“Still, I Wait”

I’ve whispered my story

into the cracks of every day—

hoping the world might stop

and hear it echo back.

I’ve worked with bare hands

and a soul worn thin,

carving out hope

where there was none to begin.

I’ve believed in goodness,

even when it forgot me—

still kept the light on

for blessings that never came.

And maybe that makes me foolish,

or maybe just human—

to still dream

while drowning.

Some days, I post my pain

like breadcrumbs,

praying someone

finds the trail back to me.

But the truth is—

even in silence, even unseen,

I am here.

I am trying.

I am worthy of more

than just survival.

So I wait, not passively—

but like a seed in the dark

trusting that one day,

the sun will come looking for me.

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