poem
Quiet Victories
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Everyone celebrates — the finish line.
Everyone celebrates
the finish line.
Almost no one
sees the mornings
you fought yourself
just to leave the bed.
Those invisible battles
shape warriors.
Not applause.
Not talent.
Not luck.
Discipline isn't loud.
It quietly tells your excuses,
"Sit down."
Positive thinking
isn't pretending
life doesn't hurt.
It's believing
hurt isn't writing
the final chapter.
When my own strength failed,
I found another.
One that never measured me
by my failures.
Only by my willingness
to keep walking.
The mountain didn't move.
I did.
One faithful step
after another.