A poem for the part of you that kept going

For the part of you
that learned to breathe quietly
around the hard days,

for the part of you
that carried life
with tired hands
and still found a way
to open the morning,

for the part of you
that smiled in rooms
where something inside
was asking to rest,

I hope you know
you were never small
for needing care.

I hope the body
that held so much
is given softness.

I hope the voice
that went quiet
finds a place
to arrive.