My own hero

I’ve fought

every fire

barehanded,

learned to dance

with the storms

no one saw.

I don’t need saving—

I never did.

I stitched my own wounds

with silence

and starlight.

I like being

my own hero

but god,

some nights

I wish

I could be small

just once—

and fall

into someone

who knows

how to catch me.

— a quiet strength