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Abigail Hodges Poem
In the quiet of the night, when the world feels cold,
A fire in your chest keeps refusing to fold.
Every scar a story, every tear a fight,
You're the storm in the shadows, a beacon of light.
Through the rubble and the rain, you stand so tall,
Every time you rise, they pray you’ll fall.
But your heart beats louder, a drum in the fight,
Turning pain into power, and dark into light.
Every crack in the armor tells a tale of the fight,
Where courage was forged in the depth of the night.
The weight of the world couldn’t break your soul,
You turned every wound into something whole.
When the walls closed in, you carved your own way,
With a heart made of fire and hope’s steady flame.
No chains could hold you, no storm could remain,
You rise with the thunder, embracing the pain.
Tears of strength fall, not in defeat,
But to water the ground beneath your feet.
Each drop is a reminder of battles you’ve won,
A testament to the power of what you’ve become.
So let the tears of strength fall, cleansing and true,
Each one a reflection of the courage in you.
Through the trials and the storms, you’ve claimed your name,
A warrior of the heart, unbroken, untamed.
Copyright © Abigail Hodges | Year Posted 2025
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Abigail Hodges Poem
Welcome to my life—it's a wild ride with twists and drops that leave me breathless, mirroring the storms within. Heavy chains pull at me, and though I rise, gravity reminds me of my place—unseen, just echoes left behind.
Some days, I feel weightless, lifted by joy, soaring beyond doubt into a kingdom of sky, every breath a possibility. But the world sees me as just a number, and I struggle to fight against a story already written. Alone and unseen, my heart is a restless bird, defying the storms and carving its name across the sky.
I'm a fearless voyager, chasing dreams, but I feel like a scribbled mistake, tears inked on unwritten pages. Even in shadow, I long for recognition, battling doubts while chasing perfection. The tide pulls me under, yet this fight is mine to win—a stronger voice emerging from the cracks. Life’s wild ride may end, but even the quiet ones have a choice.
Copyright © Abigail Hodges | Year Posted 2025
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