FACING THE WALL

*FACING THE WALL — JB WEPUKHULU* I wake up each day with a quiet storm, A deadly hidden battle in a shifting form. No scars to show, no wounds to see, Yet this heavy burden lives in me. I try to speak, but words collapse, Like fragile bridges with broken gaps. The mirror reflects a steady face, But inside I run, a restless race. Where do I start, where shall I go? The path unclear, the answers slow. The world believes I'm standing tall, but deep inside, I fear the fall. I wear my smile, my practiced art, yet silence echoes in my heart. The challenge whispers, fierce and near— "You can't win, surrender here!" But I refuse to bow or break, I will rise again for my own sake. For every shadow that clouds the sky, a brighter hope is waiting nearby. I take a breath, I choose to fight, Even when hope—she is out of sight. I'll build a bridge from stone and sand, with trembling will, with steady hand. I've learned that strength is not the roar, but walking through the hidden war. Each fear, each doubt, each sleepless night, transforms my weakness into light So, Let this challenge test my soul, for as long as I still breathe, I will remain whole.