To the soul who walks a path only you truly know,
To the heart that carries storms,
Yet still learns to stand and shine.

You’ve endured nights when the stars refused to shine,
And whispered courage to yourself, “Stay Strong”
In the silence of tears and the echo of despair,
You found a way to heal, to breathe, to live again.

To the hands that trembled asking for help,
To the eyes that searched for hope through endless nights,
Yet still, you stood alone in life’s fierce storm,
And now you know
You are a masterpiece of scars and survival.

The world may not have seen the weight you bore,
But you stood steady when your spirit felt sore.
With every stumble, you learned to rise,
A phoenix reborn under stormy skies.

So here’s my letter, a promise to you,
To honor the battles and the strength you drew.
I’m proud of you—not for being flawless or strong,
But for carrying on, even when it felt wrong.

Tomorrow is waiting with arms open wide,
With every step, I’ll walk by my side.
I am enough, just as I am,
My guiding light—myself, I stand.