The Woman I Carry


There is a woman I carry within me.
She's made of everything l've lived
through... and everything I chose not to give
up on.


She's soft, but she's not weak.
She feels deeply, sometimes too much... but
she doesn't run from it anymore


She's been through things that changed her,
quietly, slowly, the kind no one really sees
And still, she kept going. She kept her heart
open, even when it would've been easier to
close it.


I didn't become her overnight.
She came in layers, in moments, in small
decisions to heal instead of hide.


And maybe that's what this piece is about..
not perfection, not being "fixed" but
becoming


Becoming someone real
Bomeone who holds both the light and the
dark... and still chooses love.


This is for the woman I carry
And maybe, for the woman you carry, too