I walk alone through shifting fog,
each step a choice
each breath a battle
against silence, against forgetting.

The world does not pause for me-
it rushes,it breaks,
it burns with its own hunger-
but I do not bow.

There were days I disappeared
into shadows one saw,
days I doubted the shape of my name.
Still,I rose.

Not with fanfare,
not with sword drawn high,
but with scraped knees,
cracked voice,
and eyes that refused to shut.

I carry my scars like maps-
proof I've been lost,
proof I've returned.

No legend was written for me.
No gods whispered my destiny.
But I stood.I chose,I lived.

And that is enough.
That is everything.