In the Quiet, We Rise
There are days I drag my shadow slow,
heart too heavy, yet I go;
tears become my secret rain,
washing corners full of pain.
I smile though broken cracks appear,
a mask of strength to hide the fear;
but deep inside a fire burns,
a lesson whispered life still turns.
Some nights I cry, my chest is sore,
asking, must I fight once more?
The silence answers with a sting,
yet still my tired hands will cling.
I stumble, curse, and taste the dust,
but rising feels like sacred trust;
each breath declares, though frail, unsure,
this fragile heart will still endure.
I laugh sometimes through bitter skies,
with tears still fresh beneath my eyes;
for even grief can teach us grace,
and carve new light upon the face.
Love reminds me I belong,
that weakness too can still be strong;
and though the weight may bend my knees,
I rise again the choice is me.
So when the world demands I fall,
I stand, I stand, I stand through all;
not flawless, no, but fully human,
aching, breaking, yet still moving.
The road is hard, but I’ll not hide,
for storms will pass, and I’ll survive.
This is my truth, my battle cry:
I live, I love, I fail, I try.
Copyright © Mofokeng Karabo | Year Posted 2025
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