Still Here! ! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

I've cursed the stars,
Thrown prayers at walls,
Shouted at silence
In empty halls.

I've walked through days
That felt like stone,
With crowds around
Yet all alone.

But I'm still here.
Not proud, not loud —
Just breathing
Through the bitter cloud.

No medal shines,
No choir sings,
But staying here
Means everything.

Not every soul
Wants war or fame —
Some just want
To feel their name.

So if today
I'm barely stood
I can say....
Is still damn good.

I'm not weak
For aching deep,
I'm just real —
And real ones weep.

Stay. Just stay.
Or rest awhile.
Even cracks
Can learn to smile.

By: - WIN VENTURA