Curveballs

Life has a strange way,
Throwing curveballs every day…
Moments that shift the ground we tread,
Dreams undone, or hopes misread.
 
No warning signs, no clear-cut map,
Just sudden change in a silent snap,
Plans unravel like threads of fate,
Leaving us still, to contemplate.
 
Moments shift like winds that roam,
What once felt certain turns unknown,
We stumble through what’s left unsaid,
With heavy hearts and paths we tread.
 
No scripts to read, no lines to say,
We wander through the disarray,
But even when skies are cold and grey,
We forge ahead in our own way.
 
In the quiet, something stays,
A whisper soft, a flicker, a blaze,
A loud voice inside, calm and clear,
Whispering “Just move, there’s nothing to fear.”
 
Not every road is smooth or straight,
Some are born from twist and fate,
But every scar, each tear we hide,
Becomes the fire that burns inside.
 

With every fall, we rise again,
Wiser from the ache and strain,
Each twist becomes a step we climb,
Shaping us, one beat at a time.
 
Life’s throwing curveballs every day,
Yet we’ll meet its storms, come what may,
Not with fear, but with grit that stays,
Brave enough to forge our ways.