Sometimes the weight is quiet, Settles in your breath. Not heavy like iron — Just... always there. You wake up knowing What not to feel. Still the day unfolds And asks you anyway. How strong are we, When no one's to forgive but ourselves? How deep does it go — The part we never speak aloud? Is it strength to begin again Without promise or plan? To share your trust Even knowing what broke it last time? If you’ve ever stayed kind When it made no sense — You’ve carried more than most. “The pattern repeats… until we notice.” “Even silence has its weight.” There are days you slip Back into the old shapes. And still — Something resists. That matters. Is it strength to unlearn What once kept us safe? To speak gently Even when no one's listening? To rebuild, not because we must — But because something better Might be possible. “It’s not about winning.” “It’s about staying.” “Trying again — differently.”
