“Let Them Be Tired” by MissT

Let them be tired, let them roll eyes,
Let them dismiss me with shallow goodbyes.
Let them forget how I held up the sky,
While choking on storms and learning to fly.

Let them forget how I caught every tear,
When the silence around them was louder than fear.
I stitched broken hearts with threads of my own,
While no one asked how I’d managed alone.

Let them call me obsessed, like love is a crime,
As if healing comes neat, or keeps perfect time.
But I’m not ashamed of the way that I feel
This heart of mine? It’s stubborn. It’s real.

I showed up for them, no clock, no pay,
Cooked meals, wiped tears, gave time away.
Now I’m reclaiming the fire they forgot I had
And if they find that inconvenient? Too bad.

Let them forget. I’ll remember it all.
Every climb, every stumble, each near-fatal fall.
I rose from the ashes, they just saw the flame
But I carried the match and I earned this name.

So let them be tired, let them move on.
I’ll be right here, ink sharp, spirit strong.
Not waiting for praise, not needing a crowd
I’m healing in silence… but damn it, I’m proud.