By The Lulu
They said the sky’s the limit
But what if you’re still underground,
still digging through the dirt of doubt with your bare hands,
still convinced the light up there was never meant for you?
Yeah. I know that place.
I’ve stood at the mirror and argued with my own reflection.
I told myself, not yet,
not ready, not enough,
not worthy, wait a little longer,
let someone else go first.
I’ve watched dreams collect dust on the shelf of someday, afraid to touch them in case they crumbled
in case I found out I was right about myself all along.
But here’s the thing nobody tells you about the war inside your chest
The enemy isn’t out there. It’s that quiet voice that sounds exactly like you saying give up in your own accent.
Give up. In your own voice. How cruel is that?
So let me talk about believing.
Not the loud kind not the motivational poster kind
not the highlight reel and the sixty-second clip that makes it look easy.
I mean the small, stubborn kind.
The kind that gets up Tuesday morning with nothing working and decides anyway.
The kind that says I don’t have proof yet
but I’m going to move like I do.
You don’t wait until you arrive to trust your own feet.
So fight for it.
Fight for it on the days you feel it burning
and fight harder on the days you feel nothing at all.
Fight past the people who needed you small so they could feel tall.
Fight past the version of yourself that learned to shrink before anyone could tell you to.
Fight like the dream is a child in your care because it is.
You made it.
One day
not in some vague, distant, maybe one day,
you will look back at the moment you almost quit
But decided to believe before you had a reason to.
