Good at

What are you good at?

I was always good
At breaking the promises I couldn’t carry.
They fell, one by one,
And the weight of others’ disappointment
Pressed against my chest.

But something in me shifted.
I stopped pretending.
Stopped trying to be
What I was never meant to hold together.

Now, I don’t owe anyone anything
But my truth.
I care less,
And somehow, that means
I live more.

No more tangled words,
No more borrowed expectations.
What I let go of
No longer follows me.
My life is quiet now—
And real.

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  1. This is beautiful ❤️

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  2. This feels so real. Letting go and choosing your truth takes strength. Nice!!!

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Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels. When she’s not visiting museums or researching the latest trends in contemporary art, you can find her hiking in the countryside, always chasing the next rainbow.