41. Still Here

🌒 Still Here

(Whispers entry)

I’m not who I used to be.
Not whole. Not clean. Not untouched by life.

I’m made of a thousand shattered pieces —
fragments of all the times I broke,
and all the times I came back anyway.

I don’t shine like before.
But there’s a glow.
A quiet, stubborn glow
that says:

“You tried to erase me. But I am still here.”

I don’t need to be perfect.
Or pure. Or graceful.
I just need to be real.
And I am.

Not because I never fell.
But because I kept breathing in the dark.
Because I didn’t shut my heart.
Because I dared to whisper back
when silence grew heavy.

Still here. Still burning. Still becoming.
And maybe that’s more than enough.

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