Thought love meant holding on,
Even when it hurt.
Kept the lights on, kept the faith,
Even when I felt alone in my own home.
They don’t know the weight I carry,
The nights I’ve spent praying for a way through.
I’ve given my heart, lost pieces along the way,
Still standing, still searching.
Not just for love, but for something real,
Something that doesn’t leave when things get hard.
I know I’m meant for more than just surviving.
My babies deserve the best of me,
Not a mother drowning in her own storms.
So I fight the shadows, push back the dark,
My fear won’t be the story they remember.
Love shouldn’t feel like a battle,
Like walking on glass just to keep the peace.
I deserve something steady, something soft,
A place to rest without breaking.