LTNUser
Behind every great beard is a man with a weak chin
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I've loved people without ever truly resting in my feminine energy.I was always the one holding things together not just with what little I had,but with everything I was.I may not have had much to offer financially,but emotionally,I gave endlessly.I carried burdens that were never mine,absorbed heartbreaks I didn't cause,and stitched together the wounds of others while silently bleeding inside.
Time and again,I was the safe space,the healer,the one who understood yet when it was my turn to fall apart,there was no comfort,no arms waiting to hold me.It's strange how so many men today long to be handled with gentleness,to be understood in their softness yet rarely extend the same tenderness in return.They expect to be cradled in vulnerability while responding to mine with distance,disdain,or silence.Since the day I was born,no one's son has ever made me feel like I could just be soft,feminine,adored.I've never known what it feels like to be cherished in my womanhood,to be loved so deeply that I feel safe to let go,to receive.
I've always been the giver of time,of care,of soul pouring from a cup that was never refilled.I have emptied myself again and again for people who never noticed I was running dry.
But now,I'm learning:
My softness deserves sanctuary too.
My love is not a resource to be consumed it's a gift,and I deserve to be on the receiving end of that grace too.
Time and again,I was the safe space,the healer,the one who understood yet when it was my turn to fall apart,there was no comfort,no arms waiting to hold me.It's strange how so many men today long to be handled with gentleness,to be understood in their softness yet rarely extend the same tenderness in return.They expect to be cradled in vulnerability while responding to mine with distance,disdain,or silence.Since the day I was born,no one's son has ever made me feel like I could just be soft,feminine,adored.I've never known what it feels like to be cherished in my womanhood,to be loved so deeply that I feel safe to let go,to receive.
I've always been the giver of time,of care,of soul pouring from a cup that was never refilled.I have emptied myself again and again for people who never noticed I was running dry.
But now,I'm learning:
My softness deserves sanctuary too.
My love is not a resource to be consumed it's a gift,and I deserve to be on the receiving end of that grace too.
