There Are Chapters Yet To Come Poem by Savva Emanon

There were days
I carried more than I thought
a heart could hold.

Nights when courage
was nothing more
than making it to morning.

I have smiled while hurting,
walked while weary,
and kept believing
when belief was barely
a whisper.

And somehow,
I am still here.

Perhaps courage
was never about being strong.

Perhaps it is simply
the quiet decision to begin again,
with tired hands,
an uncertain heart,
and one small thread of faith.

Because there are still
prayers waiting for their answer.

Dreams I have yet to touch.
Sunrises I have not seen.
People I have not met.
Laughter I have not heard.

And chapters of my life
that have not yet
been written.

So when the road feels endless
and my strength grows thin,
I will remember,
I did not come this far
only to come this far.

There is still life
waiting for me.
And tomorrow may be carrying
something beautiful
I cannot yet see.