Even After It Stayed:
Traces of Me
Being with someone who only ever thought
of themselves is exhausting, not just for your
heart but for your body and soul
 
 
You walk on eggshells until your shoulders
ache,
your stomach knots,
and your chest feels tight from holding in
fear and doubt.
 
 
You start to question everything,your
feelings, your memory, and even your own
sense of reality.
 
 
The soul carries its own wounds from it:
a quiet erosion of trust,
a fading sense of self,
a voice that whispers you are "too much" or
"not enough.'
 
 
You give so much, and still, it feels like
nothing is ever returned.
Your spirit learns to shrink, to hide, to
survive, just to catch a breath of peace.
 
But even after it stayed,
even after it leaves marks
on your body,
your mind,
your soul,
you are still here.
You are still breathing
You are still capable of love,
still capable of joy,
still capable of reclaiming yourself.
 
 
Healing is slow.
Healing is patient
But every ache, every scar, and every
shadow is proof of your resilience and of the
light that refuses to be extinguished.