Writers 
There will be a morning when you wake
and realize you survived the night,
the nights you thought would never end,
the battles you fought without a light.
There will be a day you understand
why some doors refused to stay open,
why certain people walked away,
and why some dreams remained unspoken.
You will remember the tears you cried
when nobody knew you were breaking,
the silent prayers beneath your breath,
the promises you kept yourself making.
You kept going when you were exhausted.
You smiled when your heart was sore.
You took one step after another
when you couldn't see what waited before.
And perhaps you won't notice at first
how much stronger you have become.
Healing rarely arrives with applause;
sometimes it simply whispers, “You've won.”
One day, the things that hurt you
will become stories you tell with peace.
The wounds that once defined your life
will finally loosen their painful release.
You'll look back at your younger self
with tenderness instead of regret,
and whisper, “You did better than you knew.
I'm proud you never gave up yet.”
So breathe when life feels heavy.
Rest when your heart needs time.
You don't have to see the whole road
to take the next step toward the light.
Keep going.
Your story is still unfolding.
And the chapter you're struggling through today
may become the very chapter
that teaches you how beautiful it is
to finally find your way.
