Unshackled
We hear it all the time, that we are our own great wall— yet there we are, distracted, hearts half-torn by waves of doubt. Yes, we know the route to walk, know the way to rise and break, but in the ache of an untended spirit how easy to falter, to sway from the purpose we so dearly dream to reach.
There will always be brighter lights, some casting shadows, others blurred, yet in the mix of better and worse there will always be a space— my space, carved by resilience and unyielding hands.
For I’ve learned my greatest battles, held my weakest hours close. And though there were times my home felt lost, a battlefield of “if only,” I came away with my truest treasures: two hearts that beat my name in hope, two reasons to walk forward, strong.
My home is not pristine now, for my time is split— between work that pulls me upward, studies that plant roots anew, and fleeting, cherished laughter I build with my children.
To them, I give the hours that matter, and for the rest? I build a life I’ll stand proud to own. A messy house, a life unbound, I claim my journey now unshackled, my eyes set on horizons clear.
