This is for the ones who wake up tired,
but rise anyway.
For the quiet fighters—
the ones who dream in silence,
who carry storms in their chest
but still offer calm to the world.
For the hearts that have been broken,
but still dare to hope.
For the souls who have failed,
been laughed at, overlooked, underestimated—
but show up, again and again.
You are not behind.
You are not too late.
You are exactly where your strength is built—
in the struggle,
in the doubt,
in the ache of becoming more than anyone expected.
One day, the cracks will glow,
the scars will shine,
and the world will ask,
“How did you do it?”
And you will answer,
“I kept going… when no one was watching.”