Today pressed on your shoulders,
soft places turned tense,
and the world felt a little too sharp
for a heart as tender as yours.

But even in the rush,
even in the scolding,
even in the moments that made
your stomach twist and your chest ache
you stayed gentle.

You walked through the noise
with quiet strength,
holding your own hurt
without letting it harden you.

And now, in this small pause,
let yourself breathe again.
Let the weight slide off
like dusk settling over the sky.

You are allowed to rest.
You are allowed to feel.
You are allowed to be held
by something soft tonight.

Tomorrow will rise
with a little more space,
a little more light,
and a heart that keeps learning
how to stay kind
in a world that forgets how.