This year, I lived a thousand lives, Some filled with wonder, others with goodbyes. I crossed oceans chasing who I was meant to be, Only to learn that dreams don’t protect you from grief.
I wore beautiful things while carrying invisible weight, Smiled through rejection, questioned God’s timing and fate. I stood beneath lights while my world grew dark, Fighting for my future with fear in my heart.
I prayed for a miracle until prayers became pleas, Begged heaven for more time, fell down on my knees. Then November came and took the man I called Dad, Leaving me with memories of a lifetime we should’ve had.
How strange to have everything and feel you’ve lost it all, To spend a year learning to rise, only to watch yourself fall. To be proud of the woman you’ve fought to become, Yet ache for the little girl whose father is gone.
I don’t know whether this year made me stronger, Or simply taught me how to endure pain longer. But I know that I bloomed, even as my heart broke, And sometimes surviving is the bravest form of hope.
I spent this year trying to make something of my life, Never knowing I’d spend its ending learning to live without a part of it.
