Just My Eyes
They’ve seen too much to dim now.
They carry stories, not shame.
They don’t need filters to be full of fire.
These eyes?
They’re mine. And that’s enough.
My story is valid even if no one claps.
Sometimes, we focus so much on applause that we forget to honour the quiet strength in just showing up.
To every creative, professional, or student building silently… I see you.
