My life today

Born on a night meant for love and red roses,

February air, where the cold never closes.

Youngest of three, with a weight in my chest,

A mother in pain, a father at rest.

I was big for my age, too loud in the room,

Counting my pennies like shelter from doom.

They called me names, but I stayed kind inside,

Learned early how to swallow my pride.

One friend beside me when hallways turned cruel,

We bled together breaking unspoken rules.

I learned what it means to stand when you’re scared,

To protect what you love, even when no one’s there.

I was quiet, but I felt everything,

Carried hearts like they were my own.

I gave my love without conditions,

Not knowing I was standing alone.

I love too deep, I break too slow,

I hold on long after I should let go.

I bleed in silence, I burn inside,

Still choosing love every time I’m denied.

If this is the cost of a heart that’s true,

I’ll pay it all—yeah, I always do.

One day my best friend found someone new,

And just like that, I faded from view.

I ran to my mother, but she was already gone,

Fighting her demons just to hold on.

Teenage nights with poisoned lies,

Pretty smiles and empty eyes.

They took my confidence piece by piece,

But my respect never found its release.

I changed my body, sharpened my skin,

But the mirror didn’t let me in.

So I wore a mask, learned how to smile,

Lost myself slowly, mile by mile.

I learned pressure where the heat don’t lie,

Hands shaking but never asking why.

But my soul kept calling for stone and ground,

For something real I could build and stand on.

I love too deep, I break too slow,

I carry ghosts wherever I go.

I give my all till there’s nothing left,

Still believing love deserves my best.

If this is the weight of staying kind,

I’ll carry it alone every time.

Two thousand seventeen, I found my place,

Dust on my hands, hope on my face.

Met her eyes and dropped the shield,

For the first time my heart was real.

We lived on dreams we couldn’t afford,

Laughing while knocking on debt’s front door.

I worked all night, made calls in shame,

Trying to keep us safe from the flames.

Then spring came screaming my mother’s name,

Unconscious, broken, nothing the same.

I opened my home, signed years in ink,

But love pulled her back to the edge of the brink.

Engaged but empty, twenty-two fell apart,

Two broken futures, one shattered heart.

So I climbed a mountain dressed in white,

Sat in the snow and gave up the fight.

I begged the stars to let me sleep,

But morning found me still breathing deep.

I crawled back home and told my dad,

He said, “Son, pain doesn’t decide who you are.”

I love too deep, but I stand my ground,

I turned every wound into solid ground.

I trained my body, rebuilt my name,

Turned silent sorrow into flame.

I won’t beg for love that won’t stay,

But I’ll never hate who I am today.

I’m still here, still soft, still strong,

Born in the cold,didn’t break

I live today