Category Archives: The Liminal Times
They Might Be Giants
Every. Single. Day.
Every. Single. Day.
Waves crash, eroding stone
Wind howls, bending trees
Yet the core remains
Every. Single. Day.
Challenges rise like mountains
Doubts swarm like locusts
Still, I stand
Every. Single. Day.
No victory without struggle
No dawn without darkness
I persist
Every. Single. Day.
Resilience isn’t grand gestures
It’s the quiet resolve
To face the world anew
Every. Single. Day.