Lost girl by Ciara Sadie Chetty

The Lost Girl
I walk through days with heavy eyes,
searching for answers beneath the skies.
The world keeps turning, but I feel stuck,
like I’m running in circles, out of luck.
Every road I take feels wrong,
like I don’t belong, like I don’t belong.
Dreams slip through my tired hands,
like waves retreating back to sand.
They tell me “be strong, you’ll find your way,”
but they don’t see the storms I face each day.
It’s not just one thing, it’s everything at once,
a mountain of weight too heavy to confront.
I stumble through shadows, I fall, I break,
wondering how much more I can take.
The world throws stones, and I bleed inside,
yet I whisper to myself, “still, I’ll survive.”
There are nights when silence screams,
and hope feels smaller than shattered dreams.
I cry out loud where no one can hear,
drowning in doubt, in pain, in fear.
But even lost, a spark remains,
a stubborn fire that won’t be tamed.
Though every path feels torn apart,
there’s still a beat inside my heart.
I may not know where I belong,
my steps unsure, my voice not strong.
But I’ll keep walking, through the rain,
through every trial, through every pain.
For maybe life is meant to test,
to break me down, to shake my chest.
But even broken, I’ll rise again,
a lost girl learning how to mend.
One day I’ll look back and see,
these struggles were shaping the soul in me.
For now, I wander, I trip, I fall,
but I’m still here—I’ve survived it all.

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