Thank you for the wounds
they became my wings...
Life hits differently when you’re
forced to act like you don’t have anyone…
even when people are all around you.
That kind of loneliness isn’t loud....
it’s quiet, heavy, and only those who have lived through it will ever truly understand.
You learn to wipe your own tears.
You learn to hold yourself together
when your heart is breaking.
You learn to smile so no one notices
the storm inside you....
This pain becomes a teacher.
It teaches you how to stand alone,
how to trust your own strength,
how to move without expecting
anything from anyone...
Because being “strong” was
never a choice
it was the only path
life left us.
And only those who have walked
through that emptiness
know how heavy it truly feels...
And somehow…
in the middle of all that pain,
we still whisper a quiet thank you
to the ones who taught us these
lessons,even if they taught us
through their absence.
they became my wings...
Life hits differently when you’re
forced to act like you don’t have anyone…
even when people are all around you.
That kind of loneliness isn’t loud....
it’s quiet, heavy, and only those who have lived through it will ever truly understand.
You learn to wipe your own tears.
You learn to hold yourself together
when your heart is breaking.
You learn to smile so no one notices
the storm inside you....
This pain becomes a teacher.
It teaches you how to stand alone,
how to trust your own strength,
how to move without expecting
anything from anyone...
Because being “strong” was
never a choice
it was the only path
life left us.
And only those who have walked
through that emptiness
know how heavy it truly feels...
And somehow…
in the middle of all that pain,
we still whisper a quiet thank you
to the ones who taught us these
lessons,even if they taught us
through their absence.
#Strong in silence, shaped by pain.
Purple!
Purple!
