Still I Showed Up

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Even though my heart was bleeding,
Even though my feet dragged like chained iron,
Even though their eyes were knives —
And I dared not meet their stare —
Still, I showed up.

Even though the skies hung low,
Heavy with shame, dripping silence,
Even though my heart buckled
And my mind folded its arms —
Refusing to rise, refusing to reason —
Still, I showed up.

Even though my soul staggered
At the weight of memory,
Even though the door outside
Crept open like a reluctant friend,
Even though shadows clung to me like old scars —

Still, I showed up.

Because showing up
Is sometimes all we have.
It is the first yes,
The fragile seed of courage,
The broken hallelujah
Whispered at midnight.

The hour of nothing,

The hour of everything —

And still,I showed up.




Sr. Esther Koros 

#Show up regardless of the situation. It eventually comes to pass. 


Comments

  1. Anonymous10 April 2025 at 19:21

    Wow. Good work

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  2. Anonymous10 April 2025 at 20:48

    Wow! This is very good piece Sr. Esther

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  3. Anonymous10 April 2025 at 20:50

    Inspiring message love this .

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  4. Anonymous11 April 2025 at 06:49

    Good work sr Eshter

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  5. Anonymous11 April 2025 at 08:56

    COGRATULATION SISTER

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  6. Anonymous11 April 2025 at 10:29

    Congratulations Sr., continue doing the good work you doing.

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  7. Sarah Koros11 April 2025 at 12:23

    Learning to show up regardless!

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  8. Anonymous11 April 2025 at 13:10

    💖Good work mum

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  9. Anonymous11 April 2025 at 19:41

    👌👌

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  10. Anonymous11 April 2025 at 19:44

    Like how Mama Mustafa would say in 'Echoes of War'-From the ashes of War we shall rise!

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  11. Anonymous11 April 2025 at 19:48

    That's amazing. Keep it up sister

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  12. Anonymous11 April 2025 at 20:12

    Good work

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  13. ATM11 April 2025 at 23:09

    💜💜💜

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  14. Anonymous12 April 2025 at 00:50

    Wisdom detected

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  15. Anonymous12 April 2025 at 06:08

    Great work. Great Message

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  16. Anonymous12 April 2025 at 21:48

    Learning to show up regardless of the situation.... great message

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  17. Anonymous15 April 2025 at 12:10

    Sure sure

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  18. Anonymous15 April 2025 at 21:02

    Splendid one

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  19. Anonymous20 April 2025 at 18:32

    Sure agreed

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  20. Anonymous8 June 2025 at 19:02

    Yes!! Always show up Regardless of the situation. It a show of focus and determination to soldier on

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  21. Anonymous9 June 2025 at 19:40

    Great.You made it.God is able all the time.May God bless every step yout took

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