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Keep Going
In a world where whispers often sting the soul,
Where judgments cloud the skies and thunder rolls,
They see your starts, the countless paths anew,
Yet fail to glimpse the strength that carries you.
Their eyes are sharp, their words like brittle glass,
Observing only falls, not how you pass
Through storms and fires, always standing tall,
Defying every doubt, and every fall.
For every time you stumble, you arise,
A phoenix in the ashes, touching skies.
They're quick to judge, to count the steps you've lost,
But blind to see the battles you have crossed.
So while they murmur, casting shades of doubt,
I'm here to cheer, to lift my voice and shout.
For in your heart, a bravery resides,
A spirit that refuses to subside.
You start again, and each beginning new,
A testament to dreams you still pursue.
They're judging you because you start again,
But I am clapping, friend, for all you gain.
For in your journey, hope and courage gleam,
A brighter light than any dark esteem.
So march ahead, let critics fade away,
Your soul's persistence shines like dawn's first ray.
