There's a part of you that's tired,
Not tired from doing too much,
But from carrying what was never yours to hold.
This is for you,
For the one who stayed.
You stayed when it would have been easier to shut down.
You stayed in rooms that didn't see you.
You smiled while breaking.
You created beauty while unraveling.
You learned how to read the room,
How to be what they needed,
How to disappear in plain sight.
And yet,
You stayed.
You stayed tender.
You stayed soft.
You stayed dreaming,
Even when no one came to rescue you.
And now,
The season is shifting.
Saturn is returning,
Not to punish,
But to restructure.
It's asking,
What are you building now?
What will you no longer carry?
Where is your truth still hiding beneath performance?
The return isn't just a reckoning,
It's a remembering.
You are not the wound.
You are the healer who walks out of it holding light to the one who stayed.
You don't have to shapeshift anymore.
You don't have to dim to be chosen.
You are already enough.
Already sacred.
Already home.
This time,
We build from love.
This time,
We build from you.
Whisper to yourself,
I am the root.
I am the fire.
I am the one I've been waiting for.
