The Weight of My Care

I showed up when it mattered - when nights were long and silent, when the world felt cold. I carried weight that wasn't mine. I fed, I bathed, I held, I drove hours to see tiny faces, to make sure everything was safe.

I gave my heart, my energy, my time, even when the world ignored me. I was left unseen, unheard, and in silence. I held the weight of children that became mine in every heartbeat.

Even when hurt and betrayal struck, I stood. I survived heartbreak, abandonment, and loneliness. In time, the weight lifted. The memory faded. I was free. I was whole.

I learned love does not need validation, care does not require recognition. Now, I walk lighter. I give where it is welcomed. I protect what is mine. I am the one who showed up, loved fiercely, and in that, I am untouchable.