๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐ต๐ช๐ฌ ๐ญ๐น๐จ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ด๐ฌ…
I hear you.
I remember your cries,
your silence,
your aching…
Who doesn’t?
When I carried them all.
I no longer bend
for love that demands pain as proof.
No longer offer my heart
to hands that only takes.
I cried many times,
bend my knees when I could no longer
carry the burden of expectations…
But despite thatโ
I know I was never weak,
I was just learning to survive
the world of the unkind.
I no longer whisper
“It’s okay” when it’s not.
Now, I speak upโ
walk away,
draw boundaries
without guilt.
You feared I had lost my fireโ
But what you don’t know is that…
I was busy lighting a new kind of flameโ
the one that warms me first.
You see? Iโve stopped waiting
for people to return what I give.
Now, I give to myself,
first and foremost.
And in doing so,
Iโve found freedom
that doesnโt ask for permission.
I no longer need saving.
I saved myself…
No matter how hard,
no matter how long.
And from the shadow
where you once wrote to meโ
I write back,
bathed in daylight.
With unwavering strength and clarity,
๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น ๐ฉ๐น๐จ๐ฝ๐ฌ๐บ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฌ๐น๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ถ๐ญ ๐๐ถ๐ผ…
โ
*image: nina – ensme / unsplash
