Buried, But Not Broken

Nobody sees the war beneath my skin, the sleepless nights, the silent screams. The earth swallows my feet, the darkness clings to my bones, yet my fingers still claw at the sky. I have drowned in storms I could never explain, bled from wounds that never left a stain. But look at me, even with the weight of the world pressing me into the ground, I am still reaching. And perhaps that is my greatest victory that life may bury me in darkness, but it will never teach my soul to stop reaching for the light.