You gave your kindness without holding back
hid your hurt in the quiet corners of your soul
You called your silence maturity
you called your patience strength
Yet on those nights you whispered to yourself
“Why am I so easily misunderstood”
Darling none of that was ever your fault
You’re slowly letting go of the urge to please
closing doors that only let the cold in
You’re choosing peace instead of noise
choosing softness for yourself at last
You realized your tenderness needs direction
your heart needs a gentler place to rest
Only those who hear your quiet
deserve to be welcomed in
You don’t have to prove your worth to anyone
It isn’t that you’re not enough—
it’s that not everyone can read the language of your soul
The right one will see the ache behind your silence
the truth behind your laughter
the storm behind your stillness—
and stay
That kind of understanding
feels like breathing freely again
only accept the one who understands you—
not to shut the world out
but to finally let yourself in
May every road you walk
be met with gentle hands
May every step you take
be answered with a soft whisper:
“I’m here
I hear you ”