Wings Unburdened

Some lessons arrive quietly, circling back until the timing is right. Today, a truth finally landed: I don’t have to carry every word spoken, every opinion given.

This reflection began as a longer meditation — on how easily we take on weights that were never ours to hold, and how freeing it feels to release them. From it, I shaped a shorter lyrical version, a rhyme that carries the same soul with softer weight.

Here, I’ve placed them together: the longer piece and the shorter styled poem. Two ways of saying the same lesson — like wings lifting from stone.

Not Every Word

Not every word is mine to hold,

not every thought a weight, a mold.

I choose what enters, what takes its place,

and let the rest drift off in grace.

 Wings Unburdened

 Sometimes words are just words—loose stones in the stream of conversation.
But I’ve carried them as if each one were carved for me,
taking on their sharp edges,
feeling their weight press into my skin.

 Today I learned:
I don’t have to pick them up.
Not every remark belongs to me.
What someone says is their thought,
their lens, their story.
I can listen without fastening it to my own heart.

 It is a choice—
to carry or to let go.
And in that release, I find a strange lightness,
like a butterfly pausing on stone,
reminding me that not everything that lands
is meant to be kept.

With Grace & Ink,

Mai