I been through the fire, went through the smoke. Left it all behind when I finally found hope. I was walking through the nights with a tremble in my chest, trying to outrun storms that never let me rest. There were days I felt the ground falling out from my feet, nights I carried heavy shadows that were hard to defeat. I was losing every battle that I tried to control, till the moment I admitted it was breaking my soul. I kept stumbling through the silence with a weight on my mind, hoping someday I would feel the strength I could not find.
I am not here as a preacher, I am not here as a saint. I am a man who survived things that words barely paint. I have stood in the doorway of a life I could lose, fighting battles in the dark that I did not choose. But I lived through the storm that you are living in now, and if I made it out alive, then you can make it out somehow. There is a spark in your chest that the shadows cannot steal, there is a strength in your story that the world will one day feel. You may not see it tonight, but it is there, holding on, waiting for the moment you decide to stay strong.
If you are lost in the dark, I have been there too. If you are searching for a sign, let this reach you. You are not broken beyond repair, not too far gone. If you are breathing, you are fighting, you are already strong. I am proof that the pain does not get the last say. You can rise from the ashes in your own way.
I know the shakes, know the nights where you cannot sleep. Know the secrets that you hide because they cut too deep. Know the guilt that follows you like a shadow at night, know the voice in your mind that says you cannot fight. But hear me now. You are not the worst thing you ever did. You are not the battles that you barely hid. You are the kid you used to be before the world turned cold. You are the person you will be when you take back control. And even if you slip, even if you fall again, you can stand back up and start over, because the story is not done.
I am not speaking from a mountain, I am speaking from the mud. From the days I felt empty, from the nights I crawled through the flood. If my story has a purpose, it is to hand you this flame, so you can light your own path and step out of the pain. You do not have to walk perfect, you just have to walk true. Every sunrise is a chance to rebuild the new you. And every step you take forward, no matter how small, is proof that the darkness does not own you at all.
If you are lost in the dark, I have been there too. If you are searching for a sign, let this reach you. You are not broken beyond repair, not too far gone. If you are breathing, you are fighting, you are already strong. I am proof that the pain does not get the last say. You can rise from the ashes in your own way.
I been through the fire, went through the smoke. Left it all behind when I finally found hope. Now I am passing you the spark that someone once gave me…
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