Writers 
I have cried in rooms
where nobody knew my name,
smiled through the questions,
and whispered, “I’m okay,”
when my heart was anything but.
I have carried dreams
with tired hands,
held onto hope
with shaking fingers,
and walked through storms
I never thought I would survive.
Some days,
I wondered if life had forgotten me.
If perhaps my story
was meant to end
in disappointment.
But somehow,
morning kept coming.
And so did I.
A little weaker,
a little wiser,
but still standing.
I learned that broken hearts
can still love,
that tired souls
can still dream,
and that tears
do not mean you have lost.
Sometimes,
you have to lose your way
before you discover
who you truly are.
So if you’re reading this
with a heart full of worries,
please don’t give up yet.
Your story is not finished.
The chapter that hurt you
is not the whole book.
There are still pages
you haven’t turned,
doors you haven’t opened,
people you haven’t met,
and beautiful moments
waiting for you.
One day,
you will look back
at everything that tried to break you
and realize—
you were never meant
to stay broken.
You were meant to heal.
You were meant to grow.
You were meant to rise.
And when you finally do,
you won’t be the person
who survived the storm.
You’ll be the person
who learned how to dance
in the rain.
