“Dignity isn’t pride.
It’s staying upright when nothing’s left to lose.”
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At last you learn,
down by the docks,
how we hold the line,
how the circle’s forged
in graft and grit,
shaping us rough,
but never taking
what a soul keeps standing on:
dignity.
Dignity
People know each other
by the respect they’re shown.
You see it
in knowing where the line is,
and not stepping over it.
Across years and miles,
it holds its ground,
without needing noise.
Still, most of us
carry that quiet worry
of not being enough.
When it’s time to part,
you see what really mattered —
not what you owned,
not who you impressed.
It reaches further
than one lifetime.
Dignity grows
through what you’ve lived,
through what you’ve carried —
unless it breaks you.
Through hardship,
through being knocked down,
until you forget
who you once were.
Love’s always there.
When it leads the way,
pain loosens its grip.
And that’s when dignity
shows its face again.
