Ashes and Amplifiers

 The city sleeps, but the streets remember every step you ever took.

Your own shadow follows, heavier than any crowd, louder than any voice.

Some days, doubt plays like a broken record —
whispering you’re too small, too late, too tired.

But the guitar riffs in your head don’t stop.
A drumbeat rises with your pulse.
The music doesn’t ask permission.

You move. You lift. You fight.
Even when silence screams, you sing louder.
Even when your hands shake, you hold the line.

Life doesn’t promise applause.
It only promises noise.
And in the chaos, you find rhythm.
In the dark, you find fire.