Finding Me

There were questions with no answers,

Long roads I had to walk,

Rooms full of waiting,

And words I couldn’t talk.

A little heart was frightened,

A body feeling tired,

Trying to understand a journey

I never had desired.

And when the worry started rising,

When my thoughts became too loud,

I wished that someone could see me,

Not just the things they wrote down.

But I’m still here,

I’m still standing,

Even when the road gets hard.

There’s a little light inside me,

There’s still hope inside my heart.

Through the trauma, through the fear,

Through the days I felt alone,

I’ll keep taking one more step,

Until I find my way back home.

Perthes was a strange word

For a child to understand,

X-rays, scans and appointments,

Questions written down.

Between the gaps of waiting,

I wondered who would hear

The things I couldn’t explain,

The things I carried here.

And anxiety

could whisper,

“What if nothing ever changes?” But somewhere underneath it,

A tiny voice said,

“Keep going.”

I’m still here, I’m still standing,

Even when the road gets hard.

There’s a little light inside me,

There’s still hope inside my heart.

Through the trauma, through the fear,

Through the days I felt alone,

I’ll keep taking one more step,

Until I find my way back home.

I needed someone to listen,

Someone willing to stay,

Someone to see the person

Behind the diagnosis on the page.

I needed kindness

in the silence,

A hand when I felt lost,

Someone to remind me That asking for help isn’t a cost.

And maybe love isn’t always

A perfect answer

or a cure.

Sometimes love is simply Someone saying,

“I see you. You’re not alone anymore.”

When my mind says,

“You’re alone,”

I’ll remember that isn’t true.

When fear becomes a storm,

I’ll look for something calm

to hold onto. I don’t have to know tomorrow.

I don’t have to have it planned.

I can take today slowly,

One small step

at a time.

I’m still here, I’m still standing,

And I’m stronger than I know.

There is hope beyond the waiting,

There is somewhere I can go.

Through the trauma, through the fear,

Through the nights I couldn’t see,

I’ll keep taking one more step

Until I find the strength in me.

The road may not be easy,

And the answers may take time,

But hope can grow in quiet places,

Even when the world feels blind.

I am more than what has happened.

I am more than what they see.

I am more than a diagnosis.

There is hope. There is love.

And there is still me.