hidden osprey
They told me life was fragile—
like glass on the edge of a table,
one wrong move and it’s over.
But I’ve watched life shatter
and somehow keep breathing anyway.
I’ve seen whole worlds disappear.
Everyone I knew back in Ireland—gone,
a famine that didn’t just take food,
it took names, faces, laughter,
left silence where stories used to live.
I learned early
that empty streets echo louder than crowds.
I crawled through slums
where hope felt like a rumor,
then crossed an ocean chasing “better,”
only to land in corners of America
where struggle still knew my name.
Life didn’t greet me—
it tested me.
It took my first love
in a single, sudden moment—
no warning, no mercy,
just absence where a future used to be.
It took the second slower,
piece by piece,
like time itself had teeth.
And when she left,
her parents couldn’t carry the weight—
and the world grew quieter again.
My best friend?
Another name carved into memory
instead of spoken out loud.
And me—
I’ve been broken too.
Right arm split open,
vision drained of color—
like the world tried to fade me out
from the inside.
But here’s what life didn’t understand:
I don’t stop.
Because even in grayscale,
I still see forward.
Even with scars,
I still move faster than doubt.
They tried to bury me in losses—
but I learned something important:
You can’t bury someone
who refuses to stay down.
Now I run—
like every step is proof I’m still here.
One of the fastest the world has seen,
not because I never fell—
but because I mastered getting back up.
And I write—
turning pain into rhythm,
grief into fire,
loss into something that breathes again.
So listen close:
Life will hit you.
It will take, break, shake,
and try to convince you it’s over.
It’s not.
Not when you’re still breathing.
Not when your heart still dares to beat louder than your past.
Not when you can stand—
even shaking—
and say, “I’m not done.”
Because I’ve lost more than I can count,
seen more than I should’ve,
felt the world try to end me in a thousand ways—
And I’m still here.
Not just living—
but alive.
grizzled robin
pallid nymph
autumn sage
trolling/ragebaiting is against Discord member guidelines, so I had to intervene.
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