“The Road I Didn’t Choose"

I look back sometimes

not to stay there,

but to understand

why I’ve carried so much.

They told me

the strong survive—

but they never said

how heavy surviving can feel.

I didn’t choose this road,

it unfolded beneath me

when doors stayed locked

and dreams cost more than I could afford.

I watched others

walk through gates I only dreamed of,

while I built a home

out of broken chances

and borrowed strength.

But still,

I am here.

No medals,

no crowd clapping.

Just breath.

Just will.

Just this quiet, steady ache

that somehow still believes

something beautiful

might find me too.

They told me

the strong survive—

but they never said

how heavy surviving can feel.

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