
So many times,
I’ve rushed in circles—
trying so hard to breathe.
So excited
to share what I’d done;
hoping for space to be.
Only to find
half-hearted side-eye—
where did I go so wrong?
Did I screw up—
or make a mistake?
Should I just move along?
I see others
who’ve done so much less
received with so much love.
No matter hills,
obstacles surpassed—
seems I can’t rise above.
I grow so tired—
succeeding to fail;
why should I even try?
I feel gutted—
broken beyond help;
in my heart, I won’t lie.
Am I too much?
Or just not enough?
Will they ever come ‘round?
Crawl in my box—
the one I’m assigned;
silence, my only sound.
No, that’s not right—
I will not spiral;
I will not cave to doubt.
I will stand tall,
try my very best.
Don’t you dare count me out.
I am so strong
in so many ways—
I’ve survived more than this.
But to survive
is not to live free—
and so I now seek bliss.
A need for change
across all levels—
shifts I’m making today.
I will start small
but trust in myself—
a new path mine to brave.
Now, the first step—
believing in me;
this, the base for all else.
Speaking kindly,
within my own mind,
this is what really helps.
Give myself grace
whenever I need—
barriers start with me.
Tear them all down,
just one at a time—
stride now toward living.
Author’s Note:
This piece came from that familiar pressure point where doubt and determination collide. It’s not about breaking through in some dramatic way — just choosing not to shrink, even when the weight pushes hard. If you’ve stood in that space yourself, I hope this meets you where you are. —Liora
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Liora, I felt how this piece breathes from the inside — not as a confession of weakness, but as the moment someone finally realizes how long they’ve been carrying too much.
You described that inner sway with such honesty that it becomes almost physical in its recognizability.
Especially the shift from “I’m broken” to “I choose to keep going” — not loudly, not heroically, but as someone who knows the weight of every step.
What struck me most is that your piece isn’t about triumph — it’s about clarity.
About that strange, quiet moment when emptiness stops being an enemy and becomes the space where your own voice can finally be heard.
Thank you for that kind of truth. It holds.
I really enjoyed that. It flowed well and felt uplifting and had a positive ending.