Am I just a shadow, lost in the light,
Fading away in the silence of night?
A whisper too quiet, a dream left behind,
A fleeting thought in someone’s mind?
I reach for more, but slip, I fall,
Maybe I’m nothing—maybe that’s all.
Every step feels heavy, every path unclear,
Am I too weak to silence this fear?
They say the strong bend, but never break,
But what if I can’t bear the weight?
What if my voice is drowned in the tide,
And all I have is the doubt inside?
Yet deep within, a fire remains,
A spark untouched by loss or pain.
Maybe my cracks let in the light,
Maybe I still have strength to fight.
So I will rise, though my hands may shake,
With every wound, a step I take.
And even if I stand alone,
I am enough—I am my own.