Still I Stand🫠 Poem by WIN VENTURA

I walked through storms with no umbrella,
Fed the world with empty hands.
Loved like rivers, deep and endless —
Still they left me in the sands.

I built altars out of kindness,
Lit my hope like temple fire.
But no god reached down to hold me,
No one asked me what I desired.

I cried in silent, sacred corners,
Danced in rooms no soul could see.
Carried others like a mountain —
But no one carried me.

So now I sit with my own shadow,
Offer her a cup of tea.
Say, "You've done enough, my darling.
It's okay to just be me."

Let them chase their perfect stories,
Let the world forget my name.
I am still the quiet thunder,
Wrapped in loss, yet never shame.

No twin flame lit this journey,
No soft voice called out my worth.
But my heart — it still keeps beating,
And that alone... shakes the earth.

By: - WIN VENTURA