Still Here Poem by Priya J

Still Here

Rating: 5.0


In a world that never asked, "Are you okay? "
You kept breathing anyway.
With dust on your dreams and storms in your chest,
You carried your soul, did your broken best.

They called you too much, too loud, too deep,
But still, you sang when you couldn't sleep.
You gave love where there was none returned,
And held your fire when you could've burned.

You whispered prayers you didn't believe,
Because hope felt better than choosing to grieve.
You stitched yourself with trembling hands,
When no one else could understand.

Your strength? It's not in fists or fame—
It's how you cry and love the same.
You, who feels and aches and bends—
You're not alone. I'm your forever friend.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Still Here' is a quiet powerhouse of a poem. It speaks to the unseen strength inside someone who has endured pain—not with fireworks or loud victories—but with silent courage. The poem captures the raw truth of surviving days when you feel invisible, unloved, or broken, yet choosing to keep going. It holds space for those who cry in silence, give love even when it's not returned, and keep faith alive in the tiniest of ways—like whispering prayers they're not even sure they believe in. What makes this poem powerful is that it doesn't try to glorify pain; it simply honors it. It gives voice to resilience in its most tender form: the kind that bends but doesn't break. It's a poem that says, "You are enough, even on your messiest, quietest days."
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