One Small Step at a Time

I know the road has worn you thin, and every door feels locked again.
Awake beneath the weight unseen, still giving more than people see.
If all you did today was breathe, that is enough, you do not need to prove your right to take up space.
You never lost your rightful place.

You do not have to solve your whole life tonight.
Let one safe hand sit with you through the night.
Hold on for one more morning.
Let the dark give way to light.

You are more than what has hurt you, more than every losing fight.
Your worth was never something you had to earn or justify.
There is courage in your breathing.
You are worthy, you are alive.

The voice that says you do not count is pain speaking loud, it is not truth.
There are chapters still unwritten.
There is strength still living in you.
Take one step, however small.

Call someone, let them share it all.
You were never made to carry every storm alone and weary.
You do not have to know where every road will lead.
Just stay beside this moment, take the help you need.

Hold on for one more morning.
Let the dark give way to light.
You are more than what has hurt you, more than every losing fight.
Your worth was never something you had to earn or justify.

There is courage in your breathing.
You are worthy, you are alive.
Not because you're never broken.
Not because you never fall.

But because beneath the bruising, you are precious through it all.
Let tomorrow meet you gently.
Let somebody walk you through.
There is no one else who carries what the world receives from you.

Hold on for one more morning.
There is more of you to come.
Every scar can tell a story that your hardest days did not win.
Your worth was never something any darkness could deny.

There is courage in your breathing.
You are worthy, you are alive.
One breath, one step, one dawn at a time.
You are still worthy, and your life is still yours to write.