Fuel in the Fire – A Motivational Poem
Wake up.
Stand tall.
The world won’t wait.
You either rise or fall.
Eyes heavy,
Heart bruised,
Dreams delayed,
But never refused.
This is your time.
Not someday.
Not maybe.
Not when the stars align,
Or someone saves you.
Now.
This breath.
This step.
This spark in your chest.
You’re tired?
Good.
Tired means you’re climbing.
Tired means you’re trying.
Tired means you’re still alive in it.
They laughed?
Let them.
They doubted?
Thank them.
Fuel in the fire,
Let the blaze begin.
You’ve crawled through chaos.
Walked through storms.
Felt the silence
Before the dawn.
Remember that.
The cracks didn’t break you.
The weight didn’t crush you.
You bent, but you rose.
You bled, but you chose
To keep going.
Listen—
Comfort is a liar.
It kills more dreams
Than failure ever could.
Greatness isn’t born.
It’s built.
With sore hands.
With scraped knees.
With grit in your teeth
And fear at your feet.
You want easy?
Look away.
You want meaning?
Then stay.
Because the grind is the gift.
The pain is the proof.
The climb is the crown,
And the fire is truth.
No shortcut.
No cheat code.
Just heart.
Just hustle.
Just faith when no one claps,
And hope when it all collapses.
It’s not about being fearless.
It’s about fearing it,
And doing it anyway.
It’s showing up.
Day after day.
Even when the mirror
Won’t meet your gaze.
Even when the light
Feels miles away.
Because it’s not the wins
That make a warrior.
It’s the will to rise
After each war.
And you—
You are rising.
Step by shaking step,
You are rising.
So stop waiting.
Stop wishing.
Start building.
Start living.
No more asking for permission.
No more shrinking to fit in.
No more silencing your vision.
This is your mission.
One step.
One spark.
One stubborn, sacred beating heart.
So fall if you must,
But fall forward.
Fail if you must,
But fail fierce.
And when the dust clears,
When you stand on that peak,
You’ll whisper back to every wound,
“I never quit.
I never stopped.
I made it through.”