Soft heart, feel proud

Soft heart, feel proud

Feel proud that you have not hardened

You feel what others bury; you see what others ignore.

You carry a thousand unspoken truths, and yes, it can make you ache

to live in a world that often wears armor.

But hear this:

your sensitivity is not weakness.

It is your superpower.

It is the flame that will warm the broken, the lens that finds beauty in the overlooked, the courage that dares to touch life fully, even when it hurts.

Oh, tender heart,
do not shrink from your own depth.

Breathe into yourself all of the love you needed when you were younger.

The tears you shed, the anger you feel,
the tenderness you offer -
they are the proof that you are alive
in ways many cannot bare to be.

Soft heart, stand proud.

Your depth is a gift, a rare treasure,
a current of empathy, love, and clarity
flowing where others fear to go.

In the depths, is where you find the love that others may need.

In the depths, is where you find your truest self.

There is grief here, isn’t there? Oh, such grief. Grief for the hands that should have held you, the words that should have comforted you, the protection that was promised but never delivered. Let it sting. Let it ache.

Let it rise like the tide in your chest.

This grief is a testament to your humanity. It is your proof that your heart was always big enough to survive even when the world was not.

- love letters to myself, sitting in my drafts unseen, let yourself be seen Elisha, not for recognition, but for the sake of expression.