It’s fine to unravel, to let yourself feel,
For crying’s a doorway the spirit can heal.
Don’t silence the sorrow, don’t swallow the pain,
The storm clears much faster when you let it rain.

Cry until the quiet shifts, until your chest unclenches,
Until the throat remembers how to shape new sentences.
There’s courage in the spilling; there’s power in the flow —
What breaks you free will also teach the heart to grow.

So weep when you need to, don’t keep it inside,
The strongest of hearts know it’s safe to confide.
For tears are just proof that your spirit is real—
A tender reminder: it’s okay to feel.

There’s always someone better—this truth I’ve come to know,
What one man passed on gladly, another will bestow.
He shrugged at things that made you bright, then walked away unkind;
But someone else will hold those sparks and keep them in his mind.

The quirks your ex called noisy, the stumbles that he feared,
Are treasures to a different heart that sees you, revered.
Where one man saw your edges, sharp and hard to tame,
Another sees the constellations written in your name.

Don’t be afraid to leave a love that lacks the light,
To trade safe compromises for someone who gets it right.
There’s courage in the leaving, a faith that won’t regret—
Because somewhere waits the person who loves you without debt.

So never settle smaller than the woman that you are,
You’re worth a thousand favors, not just one lukewarm star.
Hold out for the kind of love that lifts you when you fall—
There will always be a better one; you only have to call.

I’m tired of breathing, of dragging my feet,
Each day feels a cycle I cannot defeat.
The laughter I show is a veil, a disguise,
Hiding the storm that lives in my eyes.

I whisper to shadows, “I just want to rest,”
A silence eternal, a permanent guest.
Depression’s a weight that I cannot deny,
Some days I just feel I would rather die.

Yet still I keep walking, though broken, though torn,
Through nights that feel endless, through ache I’ve worn.
For somewhere inside me a flicker survives—
A fragile reminder I’m still alive.

I laugh out loud, I shine, I glow,
But truth is deeper than most will know.
This bubbly self, this mask I wear,
Hides the weight I can hardly bear.

Some nights I pray to just disappear,
Wishing away this ache, this fear.
But something inside keeps pulling me through,
A whisper of purpose, steady and true.

The smile is armor, the jokes a shield,
But under it all, my scars are revealed.
Still, I keep walking, step by step, near—
Because maybe my being has reason here.

I smile so bright, but it hides the ache,
A soul that bends, yet will not break.
I stay, I push, though I long to fly—
For my purpose is louder than my will to die.

This summer wasn’t wasted, it carved me new,
Sweat on the gym floor, strength breaking through.
The mirror reflected not just body, but mind,
A power within me I was grateful to find.

Work kept me grounded, with purpose and drive,
Each day a reminder I’m present, alive.
And love wrapped me softly, in laughter and care,
With people who matter, with souls who are rare.

No wild distractions, no fleeting disguise,
Just steady foundations, where true meaning lies.
A season of growth, of muscle and heart,
A summer well spent, a beautiful start.