What happens when dreams stop guiding you…and start breaking you?

This poem was born in that quiet space where hope feels heavy, where chasing dreams turns into running from yourself. It’s about the moment you stop fleeing, stop begging dreams to save you,and learn to stand still, unshaken, on your own truth.

I shared this piece only with my Buy Me a Coffee members because some words are too personal, too earned, to be left unguarded. This poem is for those who have carried more than they were meant to, yet still found the courage to rise,head held high.

If you’ve ever felt tired of running…

If your dreams have cut you, but also shaped you…

This one might feel like it was written for you.

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