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Title: “Still Here, Still Trying”
Some days I wake up tired of my own name,
Mirror talks back but it doesn't say the same.
I wear a smile like a borrowed coat,
Too thin for the weather, but I still hold hope.
My thoughts get loud in the quiet at night,
Every “what if” picking little fights.
I’m not broken, just bent out of shape,
Learning how much weight a heart can take.
They say “be strong,” like it’s a switch,
Like I don’t fight every thought that hits.
But I’m still breathing, still in the room,
That’s gotta count for something too.
I’m still here, still trying,
Even when the light feels like it’s hiding.
Some days surviving is the win,
So I’ll take that crown and wear it in.
I’m not lazy, weak, or wrong,
I’ve been carrying this all along.
I’m still here, dear—can’t you see?
That’s what healing looks like to me.
I joke too much, laugh a little loud,
Hide in plain sight in a busy crowd.
If you could hear what’s in my head,
You’d know why I’m tired before bed.
I’ve learned to apologize for pain
Like it’s a flaw, like it’s my shame.
But feelings don’t make me hard to love,
They’re proof I feel deep—that’s enough.
I don’t need fixing, I need some air,
A little patience, someone who cares.
I’m not a problem to solve or erase,
I’m a human moving at my own pace.
I’m still here, still trying,
Even when my hope feels like it’s dying.
Some days getting up is brave,
So I’ll honor every step I make.
I’m not dramatic, lost, or weak,
I’m just honest about what I feel each week.
I’m still here, love—look at me,
This messy fight is my victory.
Maybe healing isn’t feeling okay,
Maybe it’s choosing to stay anyway.
Maybe it’s crying and not running away,
Letting tomorrow have something to say.
If I stumble, if I fall apart,
That doesn’t cancel my beating heart.
I can be scared and still be strong,
Both of those truths can get along.
I’m still here, still growing,
Even when I don’t feel like I’m glowing.
I don’t need to rush my grace,
I’m allowed to take up space.
I am worthy on my worst days too,
Not just when I feel brand new.
I’m still here, dear—soft and real,
And that’s the bravest way to heal.
So if today all I did was stay,
I’ll call that courage anyway.
I’m still here…
And that’s enough—for now.