Swipe Left On Perfection

Note from me, Shae:

“Hey. Just wanted to say thank you for reading. I am deeply exhausted today, It’s been a week BUT so much good! Thank you for being so understanding of my need for rest. I offer you a small poem by me, and I will treat you to a BLOG update on Friday with some rave updates”

I am tired,
but not the same tired I was.
This one is softer.
The kind that comes
after you finally put the armor down.

Healing slapped me in the face,
dragged my ego through the mud,
and still,
I stayed.
Stubborn son of a bitch
who said:
I will do what I said I was going to do.
Hold myself close,
hold myself accountable,
learn,
even when it burns.

I miss him,
I won’t lie.
But I see us clearer now
two people doing their best
with what they knew,
both right,
both wrong,
both human.

My story is mine.
I don’t need a jury.
It’s not my job to convince anyone,
only to tell it
honestly,
and let it breathe.

There is no clean right or wrong,
just lessons etched into scar tissue,
and this quiet, fierce relief
that I made it here, alive
still me,
but more awake.

Tonight, rest is not a surrender.
It’s proof
I finally believe
I deserve to heal.