I’ve been fighting my whole life,
Waging wars I never chose,
Reaching for a place to rest,
A love that never fully rose.
Knocking till my knuckles bled,
Begging just to be enough,
Longing to be held with ease,
Not to fight to earn their love.
If only she had more time,
If fate had given just one more day,
Maybe I’d have learned from her
The words I’ve longed for her to say.
But cancer came, unspoken, swift,
A shadow I was too small to chase,
It stole the warmth, it stole the light,
And left me reaching into space.
Too young to grasp the weight of loss,
Too old to not feel what it meant,
I grew up learning how to stand
On love that faded, but never went.
A girl misplaced, misunderstood,
In a world that twists her song,
Where echoes shape my fragile melody
And tell me I have sung it wrong.
Yet even winds that bend the branches
Cannot break the roots below,
And even lost souls find their voices
In the spaces they outgrow.
So I rise, though bruised and weary,
Carrying the fire she left in me,
For I was never meant to vanish
I was meant to blaze and be seen.
