I Am Resilience

This Is Me

In the twilight of my years, by the window I sit,

Gazing at a world, where I never quite fit.

Lines on my face, each a silent testament,

To storms weathered, and years valiantly spent.

A collage of trust, love slipping through like sand,

Choices leading down paths I hadn't planned.

Whispers in my heart, "Unworthy of love," they chide,

Yet in solitude's embrace, I find my stride.

The smell of morning coffee, the old heater's gentle hum,

In my small haven, peace does come.

Hands that trembled with the weight of time,

Now rest, remembering a life, both bitter and sublime.

I've offered my heart, seen friends come and go,

Felt the sting of loss, the heartbreak's throes.

Yet in this quiet, my spirit refuses to quell,

A testament to survival, a story to tell.

As the sun dips low, casting a golden glow,

I close my eyes, feeling life's ebb and flow.

More than my struggles, stronger than the wear,

I am resilience whispered in the evening air.

In my quiet, a courage that never needed words,

In my fatigue, a spirit, undeterred.

A saga of perseverance, a melody of resilience,

In every breath, a testament to my existence.