I Didn't Give Up.

I Didn’t Give Up

I’ve been broken.

I’ve cried behind closed doors where no one could see me.

I’ve questioned my worth, my strength, my very place in this world.

The whys and when's

Of my new being, all keep whispering to me

There were days when I woke up and didn’t feel like trying. Days when I looked in the mirror and couldn’t recognize who I was becoming. I’ve been laughed at, underestimated, counted out… even by people I loved. I know what it feels like to fail. To fall. To feel forgotten.

But I’m still here.

I didn’t give up.

I Know what it means to be deceived or scammed 

I kept moving, even when my legs were shaking.

I kept believing, even when doubt screamed louder than hope.

I kept breathing, even when it felt like the air was too heavy to carry.

Because something inside me refused to let go.

Something small—but powerful—whispered: "You were made for more."

Mother can only tell it all

Mother can only speak of it to those who have never been there 

So sometimes, that thing in me, made me to stand up 

Write and rewrite the poems, the stories I do tell

And maybe you’ve felt this too.

Maybe you're standing at the edge, wondering if you can keep going.

Let me be the voice that tells you: Yes, you can.

You can rise from pain.

You can rewrite your story.

You can become everything they said you couldn’t.

I am living proof that storms do pass. That hearts do heal. That broken wings do fly again.

So when you feel like giving up—remember me. Remember this moment.

And tell yourself: If they made it through, so can I.

Because I didn’t give up.

And neither will you.

(The voice behind this work is your good conscience)

I love you all...

Mom is always my love...