I learned to walk with weight on my chest,
Dreams folded small so duty could fit.
I smiled when needed, stayed quiet when loud,
And carried a storm that I wouldn’t admit.
I loved without counting the cost at first,
Gave warmth even when the time was thin.
Some hands stayed close, others slipped away,
But love still left its mark within.
I don’t regret the feelings I felt,
They taught my heart how deep it could go.
Not every love is meant to stay—
Some just remind you you’re alive, you know.
I loved where there was no empty space,
Not because my heart was unsure.
But wanting alone couldn’t build a future,
Or a promise that would endure.
Time kept moving, it never asked
If my heart was ready or my hands were free.
So I chose the work, the skill, the grind,
The slow becoming of who I must be.
I don’t hate love, I don’t fear it now,
I just know seasons don’t align.
Some love waits, some love passes through,
None of it wasted, none of it mine.
I’ve fallen before, I’ve risen again,
Burned down to focus, rebuilt with will.
Maybe joy comes quiet, maybe love returns,
But my purpose never stood still.
So let this end without bitterness,
No closed fists, no borrowed pain.
I walk forward with an open heart,
Through the sun and the driving rain.
If love finds me, I’ll meet it whole.
If not, I’ll still arrive complete.
Because I didn’t lose myself loving or trying—
I’m still standing, steady on my feet.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC
I learned to walk with weight on my chest,
Dreams folded small so duty could fit.
I smiled when needed, stayed quiet when loud,
And carried a storm that I wouldn’t admit.
I loved without counting the cost at first,
Gave warmth even when the time was thin.
Some hands stayed close, others slipped away,
But love still left its mark within.
I don’t regret the feelings I felt,
They taught my heart how deep it could go.
Not every love is meant to stay—
Some just remind you you’re alive, you know.
I loved where there was no empty space,
Not because my heart was unsure.
But wanting alone couldn’t build a future,
Or a promise that would endure.
Time kept moving, it never asked
If my heart was ready or my hands were free.
So I chose the work, the skill, the grind,
The slow becoming of who I must be.
I don’t hate love, I don’t fear it now,
I just know seasons don’t align.
Some love waits, some love passes through,
None of it wasted, none of it mine.
I’ve fallen before, I’ve risen again,
Burned down to focus, rebuilt with will.
Maybe joy comes quiet, maybe love returns,
But my purpose never stood still.
So let this end without bitterness,
No closed fists, no borrowed pain.
I walk forward with an open heart,
Through the sun and the driving rain.
If love finds me, I’ll meet it whole.
If not, I’ll still arrive complete.
Because I didn’t lose myself loving or trying—
I’m still standing, steady on my feet.
Sometimes the strongest choices are the quiet ones. This is one of them.