Partners

I wrote this for my husband, who carries a copy in his pocket. I love this man!

I'm grateful for his love and support,
But love isn't proven by easy words.
It's tested in the mess - 
When I throw up, will he help me clean?
When I awake, soaked in sweat, 
will he stay close or walk away?
Will he carry some of the chaos
so I don't bear it all? 

I don't want pity.
I want a partner.
Someone who can hold my truth
without breaking in half.
Someone who can face my fear
without turning away.

I've battled alone before.
I can fight again.
But partnership means sharing the weight -
not protecting each other with silence. 
If I reveal the storm inside me,
will he still stand tall beside me?
Can he fight this fight with me,
not just watch from the edges?

Some days I will not rise from bed.
Other days, I'll insist on living hard,
pushing through exhaustion,
chasing pieces of the life we had.
And yes, people will stare.
Yes, the world will feel too heavy.
But I refuse to shrink.

So I won't hide and I won't pretend.
I'll speak my truth, even when it shakes.
And if he is truly my partner, 
he'll grow with me through the fire.
Because is not just my battle, 
it's ours.  

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