I hold my ground

 

This one is deeply personal. It’s not a poem, it’s a declaration. A reminder that I can be light and thunder, peace and power. I hope it reminds you of your own fire too.

I am a girl with an unrelenting zeal  the kind that doesn’t fade when things get hard. It burns steadily beneath the surface, not loud or wild, but constant. People often mistake that steadiness for quietness, for softness that can be overlooked. But they are wrong.

I am soft in physic, yes  I don’t carry my power in size or stature. My strength isn’t in how I look; it’s in how I endure, how I rise, how I stay rooted when the winds of life try to shake me. My spirit is wide awake  alert, grounded, and always ready to fight for what matters. I’ve been through enough to know that you don’t need to scream to be heard, and you don’t need to fight to prove you're strong. But if I must, I will. And when I do, it will be with every ounce of fire I carry within me.

There’s a constant war being fought inside me  between who I am and who the world expects me to be. Between choosing peace and being pushed to the edge. But even in that chaos, I do not crumble. I hold my ground. I choose softness with intention. I choose strength without needing to shout about it.

This is who I am: someone who feels deeply, dreams fiercely, and refuses to settle for anything less than what ignites my soul. I’ve learned that gentleness and power are not opposites. They can live in the same body and in me, they do. I am the proof.

I am not here to be palatable. I am not here to be quiet.I am here to burn  not to destroy, but to illuminate.