I'm surviving these days

how I could still carry this.

But somewhere deep inside
a little flame is burning.
Even if I can't feel it,
maybe I’m still allowed to exist.

I survive these days,
even if it hurts sometimes.
Even if I can't explain
why things are so hard.

I don’t need to win today,
I don’t have to handle everything.
As long as I keep breathing,
I can allow myself some rest.

And even if the night is still dark,
even if I can't see the morning,
I keep looking for a bit of light,
even if it doesn’t work for a while.

I’ve fought in silence,
more than anyone will ever see.
I’ve had to carry so much,
more than I deserved, maybe.

But I am not all my tears,
not the fear that lives inside me.
I am also that little girl
who still cares about love.

I deserve a little gentleness,
I deserve a safe place.
And I no longer have to prove
that I am strong when I break.

Maybe it won’t go so fast,
maybe I’ll fall again sometimes.
But a small step is enough,
I’ll try again tomorrow.

I survive these days,
even if it sometimes hurts so much.
Even if I can’t explain
why things are so hard.

I don’t have to win today,
I don’t have to handle everything.
As long as I just keep breathing,
I can allow myself some rest.

And even if the night is still dark,
even if I can’t see the morning,
I keep searching for a light,
even if it doesn’t work for a while.

Dear me, you may rest now.
You don’t have to keep going
as if nothing could ever hurt you,
as if you could endure everything.

You can say: I can't anymore.
You can ask someone for help.
You don't have to carry alone
what is too heavy for your shoulders today.

Because you are worth it,
even if you don't feel it.
You deserve to live,
even if everything feels different.

I survive these days,
and maybe someday I'll look back.
Not because it never hurt again,
but because I realized: I can move forward.

I am more than my past,
more than everything that broke me.
There will be room for my dreams,
even if I can't find them today.

And if tomorrow is too dark again,
I'll do it hour by hour.
I don't have to shine right away,
I can grow, slowly, purely.

Today I don't have to fly.
Today I don't have to stand.
Today, just keeping on breathing
might be enough to get through.

And someday, very quietly, very slowly,
light will come through my curtain.
And then I will say to myself:
I am still here...
And I am allowed to be here. ❤️