You Are Still Here, And That Means Hope Is Still Alive

When the Sun Feels Far Away

When the sun feels far away,

And mornings hurt to face,

When every mirror whispers lies

About your worth, your place—

Sit with me for just a moment,

Let your tired heart rest,

You don’t have to be strong today,

You’ve already done your best.

Some days feel heavier than mountains,

Some thoughts refuse to sleep,

Some smiles feel borrowed and broken,

Some wounds are buried deep.

You wake up carrying silence,

Like a stone inside your chest,

You laugh so no one worries,

You cry when you get rest.

But listen, dear soul,

I see you breathing, still,

And every breath is proof

Of courage, strength, and will.

You think you’re weak for hurting,

For falling, for feeling low,

But storms don’t choose the fragile—

They test the ones who grow.

Even flowers bow in darkness,

Even rivers lose their way,

Even stars disappear sometimes

Before returning brighter days.

You are not failing at life,

You are surviving pain,

You are learning how to stand

In emotional rain.

Your heart is not defective,

It is sensitive and kind,

It feels too much in a world

That often feels unkind.

That’s not a flaw—

That’s a gift.

That’s depth.

That’s art.

That’s the reason broken people

Often have the bravest hearts.

I know you’ve asked the ceiling,

“Why am I like this?” at night,

Why joy feels temporary,

Why hope feels out of sight.

But your story isn’t finished,

This chapter isn’t all,

This page is full of commas—

Not the ending, not the fall.

Every tear you’ve ever hidden

Has watered future grace,

Every lonely midnight prayer

Has shaped tomorrow’s face.

You don’t need to be perfect,

You don’t need to pretend,

You don’t need to carry everything

Without a helping hand.

It’s okay to say, “I’m tired.”

It’s okay to say, “I’m lost.”

It’s okay to rest your spirit

After paying too much cost.

Healing is not a straight road,

It curves and bends and breaks,

Some days you’ll walk in sunlight,

Some days in quiet lakes.

But every step still matters,

Even when it feels small,

Even crawling counts as progress

When you’ve been through it all.

You are not your dark thoughts,

You are not your worst days,

You are the voice that keeps going

In a thousand quiet ways.

You are the one who wakes again,

Despite wanting to hide,

You are the one who keeps loving

Though the world has denied.

Look at yourself gently—

Like you would a friend,

With patience, with softness,

With “I’m here till the end.”

Because you deserve compassion,

Especially from you,

You deserve forgiveness

For things you didn’t choose.

One day, you’ll look back softly

At this hurting, fragile part,

And thank it for surviving

When life tried to tear your heart.

You’ll say,

“I made it through the shadows.

I stayed.

I tried.

I grew.”

And that will be your victory—

Quiet, brave, and true.

So if tonight feels endless,

If tomorrow feels unclear,

Remember this simple truth:

You are needed.

You are loved.

You are here.

And as long as you’re breathing,

Hope is breathing too—

Walking beside you silently,

Waiting to rise with you.