NaPoWriMo – Day 20

I’m not always measured.
Not in the way people think.
I try to be.
But there are days I burn too quickly,
or speak too much,
or not enough.
I shift, I bend,
I carry things I don’t name.

Some moments ask for care.
And I give it.
Even when my thoughts are louder
than my voice.
Even when I want to say more
but choose to hold back.
Not out of fear,
but because silence keeps me steady.

My writing looks calm.
There’s structure, rhythm,
sometimes even grace.
But in the spaces,
there’s a quiet kind of screaming.
A truth I don’t always say out loud.

There are parts of me
I choose not to share.
Not out of secrecy—
but because they feel better
when left untouched.
Quiet things.
Steady things.
Mine.

So no.
I’m not always measured.
But I’m aware.
I know when something shifts.
And even when I slip,
I find my way back.
Every time.
And I am not giving up either part of me.