I Don't Want to Be Like Her
She speaks of healing, but her words still wound. I choose silence that protects, not silence that hides.
Poetic reflections, boundary-setting, and truths that anchor without accusation.
She speaks of healing, but her words still wound. I choose silence that protects, not silence that hides.
Not in defiance. Not in rebellion. Just in truth. Just in peace.
There is a difference between carrying someone and being crushed by them. I finally learned to tell the two apart.
Not loud. Not triumphant. Just still. Like a room after the storm has passed and the windows are finally open.