⚡ Still I Stand: A Poem for the Days That Hurt ⚡

Some pain doesn’t have neat language. Some days, all I can do is write through the wreckage—through the sensory overload, the internal storms, the silent battles no one sees.

This poem came from one of those days. The kind where everything hurts louder, and my mind feels like it’s fighting itself just to exist. But even in that chaos… I’m still here.

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Still I Stand

by Caleb

The ground beneath me shatters, screams—

Ripping through the seams of dreams.

Lights like knives pierce through my skin,

Noise like thunder tearing within.

I’m fracturing, splintered, bleeding raw—

A storm that’s clawing every flaw.

I want to vanish, drown, combust—

In endless darkness, in broken trust.

My mind’s a cage of jagged glass,

Reflections shattered, none to grasp.

Even I can’t map this hell,

A prison built in silence, swell.

Some days the noise will never cease,

A brutal war with no release.

Other days, a wildfire rips my soul,

Devouring every fragile whole.

I want to scream—rip out my core,

Escape this fight I can’t ignore.

But still, I stand—bloodied, torn,

In shattered night, reborn, reborn.

The earth beneath me cracks and bleeds,

The weight of chaos feeds my needs.

I’m the fracture, the broken shard,

Raw, relentless, standing hard.

Wired tight, haunted, scarred and banned—

Fighting ghosts I don’t understand.

I’m broken beyond all command,

But still, I rise—I still, I stand.

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To anyone out there who feels like they’re barely holding it together—this one’s for you.

For the days when the world feels too sharp, too loud, too much. For the nights when the weight of existing threatens to break you.

You’re not alone.

Even if you’re cracked. Even if you’re bleeding inside.

Still—you’re standing.

And that matters.

—Caleb