For Myself
I am more than the weight of the world on my chest,
more than the ache that robs me of rest.
In my heart, there’s a whisper, a quiet refrain,
a song of hope breaking through the pain.
I’ll sing it softly, just for me,
a melody no one else need see.
It’s not for their ears, their judgment, their gaze,
but for the courage to step through my haze.
For in the end, I walk alone,
but that’s where I’ll find my strongest tone.
Not in others, not in their view,
but in the love I give myself anew.
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