Tiny Victories

Stepping slow, waking up to the dawn,

Feeling hungover but I gotta keep on,

Little victories like buying dishes on my own,

Trying to find a new place to call home.

Some days feel darker, shadows in my mind,

Old scars whisper, trying to hide,

But tiny wins like clicking 'buy',

Are signs I’m fighting through the night.

I see the red flags, I learn to recognize,

Taking back control, breaking out of disguise,

Therapist says I’m making strides,

Every small step, a reason to survive.

This is my journey, my own fight,

Healing’s a river flowing, deep and wide,

Some days I stumble, some days I glide,

But I’m moving forward, I hold my pride.

Flashbacks try to pull me in,

But I’ve learned the signs, I won’t give in,

Self-love is rising, breaking the chain,

Healing is messy, but I’ll remain.

So here I stand, stronger than before,

Every scar a story, a truth I adore,

Progress isn’t perfect, but it’s mine to explore,

Living, loving, healing—forever more.