Pain

Trying to live while in pain

is a quiet kind of bravery—

waking up with the same heaviness

and choosing to move anyway.

It’s breathing through the ache,

holding yourself together

with trembling hands,

pretending the world isn’t sharp

even when it cuts.

It’s walking forward

with a heartbeat that feels bruised,

hoping one day the weight will lift,

hoping one day you’ll feel more alive

than broken.

And even when no one sees it,

every step you take

is a victory

you don’t give yourself

enough credit for.