Still I Give In, Thanks. Poem by WIN VENTURA

I've walked through storms that knew my name,
Faced nights that never feared the flame.
With every scar I tried to hide,
The world still turned, I still survived.

The road was rough, the sky was grey,
But dawn still cracked through each dark day.
Not all was kind, not all was fair,
Yet breath remained — so I was there.

I give thanks not just for peace,
But for the war that brought release.
For broken hearts that dared to beat,
For empty hands, and blistered feet.

Thankful — not for only ease,
But for the strength born in disease.
For every 'no' that carved my way,
For every soul who didn't stay.

This life is raw — a roaring sea,
But gratitude has anchored me.
Not out of joy alone I sing,
But for the weight of everything.
Still I give in, thanks..

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA