(A Song for Resilience)

I fought my wars on my own,

No drums, no banners, no throne.

Kept searching faces in the crowd,

A shoulder, a hand, a soul unbowed.

I whispered prayers into the air,

Hoping someone, somewhere would care.

But silence was my oldest friend—

It stayed with me until the end.

It was me, just me, standing tall,

No echoes when I’d start to fall.

Not always dark, not always bright—

But I held on through every night.

And if I smiled, or if I cried,

I did it with no one by my side.

Hope. Power. Resilience.

I won’t call it sorrow, not quite,

Some days burned, some bled light.

There was grace in every ache,

And strength in every time I’d break.

My mum, my silence, my stone—

She was strength when I felt alone.

There were times I couldn’t shed a tear,

Because I refused to show her fear.

Hope. Power. Resilience.

Hope. Power. Resilience.

It was me, just me, through the storm,

In my own fire, I was reborn.

No fairytales, no guiding sun,

But I can say—I didn’t run.

And when they ask how I survived,

I’ll smile and say:

“Alone… but alive.”

Hope. Power. Resilience.