Being Human

I am not perfect, but I try to be true. I carry old scars and still walk through the new. I’ve fallen in silence, I’ve shouted in pain, Yet after the storm, I rise up again. I’ve questioned my worth in the depth of the night, But still found a reason to search for the light. I’ve broken in places no one ever sees, And learned how to stand with shaking knees. I laugh without reason, I cry without shame, I’ve loved and I’ve lost and felt both the same. I carry both kindness and anger inside— A battle of hearts I no longer hide. I stumble through doubts with grace, I carry the past but give life its space. I’m made of mistakes, of stories and skin— Of all that I lose and all that I win. So call me imperfect, call me a flame, A flicker, a shadow, a soul with a name. For though I am fragile, and sometimes undone, There’s beauty in simply being human.