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I'm Tired

When it's the closest thing to the truth,
But not enough to explain.
The burden, the weight, the crippling pain.
It's not the words that fail me, 
or the shame that they carry.
Or the looks, or the sighs, 
Or the things they want buried.

It's the grip that tightens as I pull from its grasp.
The stretching, the straining, the wounds from the past.
I know now what's there.
The darkness. The empty. The worthless and hollow. 
I bend, and I break. Will I transform from its shadow? 

I can't look away, but I don't want to see.
The girl that I was, and all that strength did to me. 
Holding her, loving her, helping her breathe. 
The chains don't lock, but she's never known free.

Pretend, Pretend, Pretend. Where is she safe?
When there's nothing but noise, nothing but hate.
It mocks and it lies, yet it's the battle I face.
Searching for light, for the truth, for my place. 

Not to hide or withdraw, for it's not how we're wired. 
So the only response I can give is...

I'm tired

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True Strength

You've always been strong,
But have you been gentle (with yourself).

You've always been strong. 
But have you been vulnerable (with others).

You've always been strong.
But have you been dependent (on God).

Too often we count the cost of softness,
Valuing strength above all else. 

But there is a cost to this strength,
That we don't want to see.

It's a wall built on lies,
So you never know free.

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I Miss You

I missed you today.
Not the one that noticed my clothes, 
or commented on the way I wore my hair.

Not the one who said it was my fault,
that I provoked it, 
that I should have been different.

Not the one that turned away 
when I needed help most.

I missed the you that held me when I cried,
who encouraged me when I doubted.

The one that always showed up 
who made me feel less alone.

The one who took time to know me,
That never made me question
whether I was worthy to be seen.

I missed you, 
even though we’ve never met.

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She Let Go

She let go,
not in a quiet sigh,
but in the silence that followed
when I cried out and no one came.

She walked away,
though her feet were still in the room.
Her voice, once thunder
turned into nothing at all.

I learned to read shadows,
to tiptoe around her storms,
to mistake survival for love.
I called the ache in my chest “normal.”
I called myself “broken.”
I called her silence “my fault.”

But the ache had a name
and it was not mine.
The silence had a source
and it was not God.
And then, a whisper,
not hers
His.

Though she may forget you,
I will not forget.
I saw you curled in the dark.
I cupped your face in your sleep.
Your name is etched on My hands.
You are not too much for Me.

So now I choose something different,
not the false harmony or the shame.
I choose her, the child no one saw
and I bring her
into the light
of the One
who never turned away.

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A Quiet Becoming

What happens when I don’t play my part?
When I stray from the script, and show you my heart?
Speaking a truth that’s too raw and too real. 
No longer wearing a mask and too numb to feel?

This weight is now too heavy to hold,
Swallowing hurt while never consoled. 
But nothing shifts, not really, not for me. 
The blame, the silence, the judgement, the cold. 
Who I am makes no difference, so why not be bold?

It took me awhile, but I finally see
Healing wasn’t for them, it was always for me. 
No longer hollow, clinging to pain.
Years spent hating who I became.

And then light gave way and mended my soul.
I’m changed now. Softer, yet finally whole.
I was patient. I gave. I longed to belong.
What will they do, now that I'm gone?

I could keep pretending, just to be near.
But it's not really me that they welcome here.
I hoped for so long they’d eventually see,
The goodness and grace I share so freely. 

Beauty was never meant to be hidden away,
Or, diminished so others could have all the say.
It may not be praised, or held with respect,
But worth is still worth, no matter what they accept.

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The Quiet Strength

So much silence fills this room,
the space between us where words once loomed.
I’m learning to listen to my inner voice,
the one that tells me I have a choice,
when it’s time to stand, to speak what’s true,
and to protect myself — not as walls, but proof
of the love I’ve learned to give myself.

You see, I’ve carried the weight of voices unkind,
the echoes of words that fill my mind.
The wounds I’ve tended, the scars I’ve known,
I’ve walked through them quietly, and alone.
But now, staying is worse than the fear,
so I’m learning to choose, peace over near.

I will not bend beneath the storm,
nor shy away from what is mine to form.
I learned to bear your anger, your disguise,
but now I see with clearer eyes.
No more shrinking, or staying small,
I’ll take my light, and leave it all.

This isn’t anger, its quiet resolve,
it’s reclaiming what’s lost, a life evolved.
To be seen, to be heard, to be treated with care,
not to carry the weight of a life unfair.
I’m not leaving you behind in this space,
I’m just learning to walk with my own grace.

And I hope you, too, find the path that tends,
that softens the hurt and to make amends.
For no one should carry their burdens alone,
we all need hear the call to come Home.