The Life She Deserves

I have earned silence that doesn’t ache,

and peace that doesn’t demand I pay for it in pain.

I deserve mornings that don’t start with dread, and nights that don’t end in unraveling.

I want softness

not as surrender, but as a crown.

I deserve laughter that fills the room and love that doesn’t ask me to shrink.

I deserve a life where I don’t flinch at kindness,

Where I don’t mistake calm for danger, or safety for a setup.

I want space

to breathe, to bloom, to speak without apology.

I want warmth, not because I’ve suffered, but because I’m worthy.

I am done with earning love through endurance.

I am done with begging joy to stay.

This life,

this one I’m building now;

is mine.

I won’t water it down to make anyone else comfortable,

I deserve all of it.

I deserve

sunrises that doesn’t trigger memory.

I deserve

every gentle thing I once called weak.

I deserve

every ounce of good I once thought belonged to someone else.

This is not a hope. This is not a wish.

It’s a reclamation.