Overwhelmed

She is beauty.
She is strain.
She is sunlight.
She is pain.

She is all the things we carry
and so often never say,
all the weight that gathers softly,
then comes crashing in one day.

Colors moving.
Lines all crossing.
Bright and dark from every side.

Every feeling, every memory,
nowhere left to run or hide.

Still she holds.
Still she bears.
Still she stands through all of it.

Not because the weight is easy,
not because she won't admit
that life can press
and press so hard
it leaves a tear where words won't start.

And then, one tear.
Not surrender.
Not the end.

Just the truth that even strength
sometimes bends.