Some days,
I sit with this heavy feeling..
like I gave too much,
without keeping a little for myself.
I was always there..
replying fast,
listening longer,
choosing others before I even checked in with me.
Not because I had to,
but because that’s just how my heart works.
And then one day,
It hit me quietly..
at the end of it all,
it’s just me.
No matter how much I give,
I'm the one left holding myself.
For a long time,
I thought something was wrong with me.
Like I needed fixing.
But maybe,
the real problem
was me thinking I was the problem.
I tried so hard to be gentle
with everyone else,
that I forgot
I deserved that softness too.
So this is me, choosing myself now.
Choosing quiet.
Choosing peace.
Choosing not to explain why I need space.
I want love,
that doesn’t feel heavy.
I want care,
that doesn’t ask me to disappear.
And this time,
I won’t bend or settle,
for things that hurt me.
I deserve better,
even if it takes time
to believe that.
