There are mornings when the world wakes without me— when the sky turns its pale shoulder and remembers every name except mine. Days when the mirror looks at me as though I am a rumor still learning how to be real. And in that quiet ache, that tremor of almost giving up, I hear the old voices whisper: **Rise. Even now… rise.**

For the world does not reward the silent battles, the swallowed storms, the nights I held myself together with nothing but breath and the fragile thread of “try again.” No applause comes for the wars the heart hides.

But still— I rise. From the ashes of yesterday’s doubt, from the rooms where hope felt like an uninvited guest, from the heaviness that tried to steal the name I earned through surviving myself.

For somewhere beneath the ribs, a fire refuses extinction. A small, stubborn ember that believes in dawn even when I cannot see the horizon. Call it courage. Call it defiance. Call it the sovereign truth that I was made for more than surrender.

So let the world forget me— let it turn its indifferent face, let it misjudge the weight I’ve carried with a smile that cost me a thousand unspoken nights. I do not rise to be remembered. I rise because I am still becoming.

Every scar says: **Not yet finished.** Every breath says: **Still here.** Every heartbeat says: **Watch me. I am not done.**

For strength is not the roar of an unbroken warrior— it is the whisper of someone who is tired to the bone yet still chooses to stand. It is the quiet insistence that the story is not over just because the chapter hurt.

And I— I rise with the fury of storms that learned discipline, with the tenderness of wounds that learned wisdom, with the fire of a soul that has died and resurrected more times than anyone knows.

So let the world forget. Let it underestimate. Let it sleep on the name I carved from my own ruin. For I walk forward with a quiet thunder— a truth that does not need permission to burn bright again.

And when they finally notice— when they turn and whisper, “Where did this strength come from?”— I will simply smile. Because the world may forget me, but I… **I remember who I am.**