I know it
Not loudly
Not to prove anything
This path didn’t make me shine
It kept me standing
When I could have collapsed
I’ve lost comfort
I’ve lost safety
I’ve lost rooms
Where I once fit in
Not everything that breaks
Is an attack
Some things break
To stop pretending
I didn’t do everything wrong
But I carried too much
Not everything
I carried
Was mine
Weakness didn’t disappear
Pressure didn’t lift
But something else changed
I stopped fighting
What was already there
I am reconciled
With weakness
When I am weak
I am not undone
I am held
And therefore
I am strong
I asked for relief
I asked for release
I asked for the thorn
To leave
It didn’t
But pride left
Illusion left
The need to be right
Left
I didn’t need to get stronger
I needed to stop
Overreaching
Strength that depends on denial
Doesn’t last
Strength that grows from reconciliation
Does
I am reconciled
With weakness
Not because it’s easy
Not because it’s holy
Because I can carry it
Without losing myself
This is not victory
This is not control
This is learning
Where I end
And where I’m held
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