We Will Prevail

Life is heavy

some days it leans its full weight on your chest,

asks you to keep walking

with tired legs and quiet hope.

You wonder if strength is something you lost,

if worth is something you must earn.

But listen

your breathing is proof you’re still here,

and that has always been enough.

Storms do not ask permission,

they arrive uninvited,

but so does resilience.

It shows up in the smallest ways:

getting up, trying again,

refusing to disappear.

You are not weak for feeling broken,

you are human for surviving it.

Every scar is a sentence that says

I lived through this.

Life is hard

yes, undeniably, painfully hard

but it has not beaten you.

Not yet.

Not today.

Hold your worth close,

even when your hands shake.

The road bends, it bruises, it challenges

but you are still moving forward.

And because you are still here,

still standing, still becoming,

this is not the end.

We will prevail.