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Ash S. Poem
I stand in crowds but fade away,
No one asks if I’m okay.
Not because they wish me pain,
Just because they never strain—
To wonder if I need a call,
To check if I still stand tall.
They assume I’ll always be,
The silent force, the steady sea.
But I am tired—don’t you see?
Of being strong so constantly.
Of speaking last, of stepping back,
Of giving all and keeping lack.
Just once, I wish that someone knew,
That I am human just like you.
That I could break, that I could fall,
That I need someone too, that’s all.
Copyright © Ash S. | Year Posted 2025
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Ash S. Poem
I’ve walked too far, I’ve tried too long,
Yet every step feels so wrong.
Like chasing dreams that slip away,
No matter what, they never stay.
The weight I carry, day by day,
Grows heavier and won’t fade away.
I’ve fought the fight, I’ve played the part,
But wounds run deep inside my heart.
No guiding map, no place to rest,
Just racing thoughts that fail the test.
Yet in the dark, a thought remains,
A flicker small within these chains.
Perhaps the dawn will find me still,
Perhaps there's strength beyond my will.
Maybe time will clear the view,
Maybe strength is breaking through.
So one more try, one more night,
Though doubts may dim the light.
Maybe—just maybe—I'll hold on tight,
And tomorrow things will feel alright.
Copyright © Ash S. | Year Posted 2025
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Ash S. Poem
Life’s a road with twists so steep,
Nights so long and hills so deep.
Storms may rage and winds may roar,
Leaving you with doubts you can't ignore.
Dreams may shatter, plans may fall,
Hope feels distant, weak, and small.
Every step may bring you pain,
Yet the sun will shine again.
Tears may flow, but let them be,
They will wash your soul, make you free.
Strength is built through trials tough,
Scars just mean you’ve been through enough.
Rise again when you feel low,
Even seeds must crack to grow.
Hold your ground and face the fight,
Darkest times birth morning light.
So when life feels sharp and cold,
Wear your scars like crowns of gold.
Through the struggle, through the test,
You will rise, and you’ll be blessed.
Copyright © Ash S. | Year Posted 2025
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