We’ve learned how to look okay
while quietly carrying too much.
To call it strength…
this constant adapting,
this holding it all together
in a world that won’t stay still.
But strength,
when it never softens,
turns into tension.
And tension finds its way out…
in distance, in irritability,
in the slow drift from ourselves.
We weren’t made to hold everything alone.
We were made to pause, to unravel sometimes,
to be held too.
So if you’re tired…
that’s not weakness.
It’s the truth asking for space.
And maybe strength isn’t just carrying on…
maybe it’s finally letting go.