2025年第九個星期二


《The Weight of My Soul》 ✨


I walk into a room,
and before a word is spoken, I know—
who is hurting, who is lying,
who will fight, and who has already given up.


I carry their emotions,
absorb their unspoken fears,
a silent observer, a reluctant receiver.


They draft policies without warmth,
turn sickness into guilt,
make survival a negotiation.
They know better—yet they don’t change.


I could drown in deep,
but I choose to steep
into light and shadow,
holding onto the faintest flicker.


I wait—not in surrender,
but in defiance.
I wait to rise,
for those who see,
for those who believe,
for those who will join me
to reshape what work should be,
to ignite a fire of transformation.


—— This is the weight of my soul. This is my wish. ✨