Jessica Woodville | Memoir & Musings

What if this is all there is?
No distant shore, no bright horizon,
Just this endless gray of “not enough,”
A fight for breath, a struggle for peace.
What if the fairy tales are lies,
And “happily ever after”
Is just a myth we’ve been fed to swallow?

What if every morning I wake,
The same ghosts rise,
Their whispers sharp like knives,
And my body—screaming, aching,
Never finds the healing it begs for?
What if safety is an illusion,
Just a dream I’ll never hold?

I’ve spoken my truth—
And it falls on deaf ears,
The echoes fade before they ever land,
Lost in a sea of empty silence.
What am I doing wrong?
What cosmic misdeed have I committed,
That this pain has no end?
Will it ever be enough to stop?

Each day, the battle continues,
Each breath another victory I’ve fought for,
Yet it feels like I lose with every step.
Where is the peace I’m promised?
Will joy ever find me,
Or am I doomed to live in the quiet of endless struggle?