I survived

Long Story Short I Survived

I’ve walked through fire that didn’t show flame,

Carried a heartbreak that whispered your name,

Felt the kind of silence that echoes out loud,

Smiling in public, but breaking in crowds.

There were nights I would crumble, alone on the floor,

Praying to God, “I can’t take anymore,”

But morning would come, and my babies would call,

And somehow I’d rise—I’d stand through it all.

Motherhood held me when I felt too weak,

Gave strength to my soul when I couldn’t speak,

Little hands reaching, needing me near,

Pulled me through sorrow, pulled me through fear.

I’ve wiped my own tears while drying theirs too,

Held on to faith when I barely knew

If I had anything left inside—

But love for my children refused to hide.

You’re up there in Heaven, I know that it’s true,

An angel now watching in all that I do,

I feel you in sunsets, in soft morning skies,

In whispers of peace when my heart starts to rise.

There’s an ache that lingers, it won’t disappear,

A space in my life that still holds you near,

And I miss you in ways words can’t explain,

A permanent echo of love mixed with pain.

But God in His mercy kept carrying me,

Through valleys so deep I could barely see,

He placed people around me, steady and kind,

Family and friends who helped rebuild my mind.

And slowly, new chapters began to unfold,

Through broken beginnings came courage so bold,

Not replacing the past, not erasing the pain,

But learning that joy and loss can remain.

I’ve learned how to laugh with tears in my eyes,

To stand in the storm and still choose to rise,

To hold onto memories, let go of despair,

And trust that God’s purpose is always there.

I am stronger now than I ever have been,

Not because I forgot—but because I’ve walked in

The darkest of places and still found the light,

Still tucked my babies in safe every night.

So if you ask me my story, the truth I’ll give,

It’s not just about loss—it’s about how I live,

How I kept moving forward when hope felt unsure,

How love made me fight, how faith made me endure.

And through every chapter, every goodbye—

Every moment I thought I might not survive…

Long story short, through the hurt and the fight,

Through motherhood’s strength and God’s guiding light—

I survived.