"Alone, but Never Empty" - for the ones still standing

There were nights

I crumbled in silence,

no hands to hold,

just shadows stretching across my room

like questions with no answers.

 

They called it loneliness.

But I call it the beginning.

Because pain didn’t bury me -

it built me.

Every tear

paved the road beneath my feet.

Every quiet scream

became a drumbeat I now march to.

I learned to sit with myself -

not in weakness,

but in wildfire.

Not begging for someone to save me,

but daring the world

to watch me rise

without applause.

You see, I didn’t need a hand.

I needed a mirror.

To face the girl who thought she’d break,

and tell her -

you are not broken.

You are becoming.

Now when I walk alone,

I don’t walk in silence.

I walk in power.

Because the darkest roads

made my soul loud.

They’ll ask where my strength came from -

I’ll say:

From every night I faced myself

and chose to stay.

From every moment the world forgot me

and I remembered who I am.

I’m not just surviving.

I’m rewriting everything.

Alone? Maybe.

But empty? Never.

I am filled with fire,

and there’s no one left

who can dim it...