It’s not possible for you to see, feel, or understand
How many times she has been unseen and unheard
And still, she chose to show up …
It’s not quite possible for you to know
What it takes to carry on
When the world never learned to make room for her pain …
You see her laugh, light up a room, carry joy in her voice
But you don’t see the weight behind it
Every smile is a decision, not a default …
It takes quiet, relentless courage
To choose hope after growing up in chaos, confusion and fear …
To rise each day and still
Believe in goodness, in light,
is a strength many will never understand …
She isn’t just surviving
She’s rewriting her story, one brave moment at a time
That’s not just resilience
That’s power …
And when was the last time you truly saw someone, without needing their smile to prove they’re okay?
Tell me!
Roksana Tales 