A little Dream - Poem

I dream one day that I become the person I want to be.
The person people can lean on when the world feels too heavy,
When the silence in their chest is louder than any scream,
When their smile cracks beneath the weight of everything they never said.
I want to be the shoulder that holds them together,
The hands that never shake when holding someone else's pain.

The person people can talk to when they have no one else,
Not because I have all the answers,
But because I know how to listen without trying to fix the broken.
Because sometimes, just being heard is enough to bring someone back from the edge.
I want to be that quiet presence,
That steady light when their skies are grey.

The person people can love no matter the circumstance,
Even when I’m tired.
Even when I’m not at my best.
Even when I forget to love myself.
I dream of a love that stays — not because I’m perfect,
But because I’m real.
Because I give without counting.
Because I hold others with the same grace I wish someone would hold me.

The person that would never get judged for the little mistakes,
For the stumbles, the awkward silences, the days when I'm not okay.
I want to live in a space where being human is enough,
Where flaws are not failures, but signs that I am growing.
Where I can fall and not feel like I’ve ruined everything.

The person that can be themselves freely,
In a world where it seems so hard to be.
Where masks are stitched into faces,
And vulnerability is seen as weakness.
I want to breathe without shrinking,
Laugh without checking who’s watching,
Cry without apologizing.

A little dream —
To be cared for,
To be seen.
To be loved in the raw, the quiet, the unpolished.

To love without fear,
To give without losing,
To be someone’s safe place,
And maybe,
Finally,
To be my own.