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.
Through the Fog 