Friday, August 8, 2025

Always

Always the giver, the doer and dare, yet never the one to receive the care.

Always the listener, with ears open wide,
Yet never found someone who could hear me inside.

Always the photographer, framing others' light,
But no one captures my random, quiet nights.

Always the caretaker, strong through it all,
But never let anyone catch me when I fall.

Always the best friend, steady and true,
But never had someone I could call mine too.

Always the problem solver, calm through the storm,
Yet never dared to voice the battles I perform.

Always there for others. Every time, every place,
But never stood still... for my own embrace.

I never cried…

I never cried to my dad. Not because I never had fears, wounds, or storms inside me. It just didn’t happen. Never. I cried to my husband. Ab...