Fragile yet Fierce

Life is a tangled web of hopes,

dreams, and quiet battles.

We—so rare, so precious—

spend our days drowning in desires we can never hold.


The years pass.

Souls scream behind silent faces.

Hands press hard against skin,

as if trying to keep the world from breaking in.

We wander inside our own labyrinth,

searching for a door that may not exist.


In truth, life is a tiny particle—

a flicker in the endless dark.

Yet inside that flicker,

it feels like a storm without mercy.


And still…

somewhere within,

we find the strength to rise,

even from the ruins.


Fragile as dust in the wind,

but fierce enough to turn even

the smallest moments into meaning.


Life may be relentless.

But so are we.

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