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