Writers 
INVINCIBLE BUT VISIBLE
There is a mystery about me
that words cannot fully explain,
something deeper than what the eyes can see,
stronger than what the world can measure.
I carry a fire
that was not lit by human hands,
a strength I did not manufacture,
a grace I could never earn.
They see the smile,
but not the struggle behind it.
They see the standing,
but not the moments I almost fell.
They see the journey,
but not the hands that kept me moving.
I have known storms.
I have faced closed doors,
silent seasons,
and questions without answers.
But I rose, not because I was always courageous,
but because something greater than fear
kept calling me forward.
There is a strength in me
that circumstances cannot negotiate with.
A hope that refuses to die.
A faith that keeps finding God
even when the road becomes unclear.
I am not untouched by battles;
I am sustained through them.
My scars do not make me weak.
They are reminders
that what tried to break me
did not get the final word.
There are things about me
you may never understand,
the waiting,
the quiet sacrifices,
the promises still unfolding.
I am not the source of this strength.
I am the vessel.
And perhaps that is the mystery:
Something eternal
chose to live through something ordinary.
So if my life shines,
let it point beyond me.
If I overcome,
let God receive the glory.
If I become everything
I was created to be,
let it be known.
I was never carrying this alone.
I am invincible,
but visible.
