Still Standing
It’s been a while since I last wrote a poem. Life got busy, heavy, and beautifully real all at once. I’ve been living, feeling, healing, and sometimes just trying to stay afloat. But lately, life has been speaking to me again in its own quiet way. Through solitude, through moments of peace, and through the parts that still ache. This poem came from that space. A reminder to myself that even when life humbles me, I am still standing, still becoming, and still deeply grateful for the life I continue to rebuild.
1/31/20261 min read
I thought healing would feel quieter
like a room with the lights dimmed
and the door finally closed
but some days it sounds like my own heart
asking questions it already knows the answer to
There are mornings I wake up calm
coffee warm in my hands
the sea reminding me I chose this life
and then there are moments
when a memory walks past me
like it still belongs
I’ve learned that strength isn’t loud
it doesn’t announce itself
it looks like staying
even when the ache comes back
even when comparison tries to rewrite my worth
I can hold joy for others
and still grieve what I haven’t had
both can live in the same chest
without cancelling each other out
I am not broken for wanting love
I am not weak for feeling it deeply
I am human
and this heart has always been brave
I rebuilt my life once
from tired bones and quiet prayers
and even now, when life humbles me again
I am still here
raising my child
showing up to my work
choosing softness over bitterness
Some days the universe bends me low
just enough to remind me
how much I’ve already survived
I don’t fight it anymore
I listen
I breathe
I thank myself for not running
This life may not look perfect
but it is honest
and it is mine
And tonight, that is enough
because I am still standing
still becoming
still worthy of everything
I haven’t met yet
~From my heart to yours~
CM