Even when my worth isn’t recognized,

Even when my worth isn’t recognized, I carry the real within me. I walk through silence, I walk through doubt— but something deeper burns in me. I nourish myself from the soul’s deep well, from the fire-glow of words and flame. Even when the world looks away, I rise in rhythm just the same. What feels so foreign, what feels so heavy, will shift in my rhythm, in my time. I am on the way— and the unseen carries me. I trust myself— I recognize my fire. No spotlight guides me, no map unfolds, yet still I follow what breathes in the dark. I speak the truth the silence taught me— it flickers like a secret spark. Not with gold. Not with power. But with feeling. With thought. With breath. With light.