I am not always okay-
but I'm always trying.
Some days,
the weight is quiet.
Other days,
it screams through my bones
and I still show up.
I've learned to be the calm
when nothing else is.
To hold my own hand
when no one else reaches for it.
I do not need to be loud
to be strong.
I do not need to be seen
to be real.
And if I am only
a soft kind of brave-
that's still brave enough.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
I am not always okay-
but I'm always trying.
Some days,
the weight is quiet.
Other days,
it screams through my bones
and I still show up.
I've learned to be the calm
when nothing else is.
To hold my own hand
when no one else reaches for it.
I do not need to be loud
to be strong.
I do not need to be seen
to be real.
And if I am only
a soft kind of brave-
that's still brave enough.
For the ones who keep showing up, even when it's quiet. You're stronger than you think.
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