You give
99 percent of the time,
you pour from places people never knew were running dry.
you smile through storms,
show up when the world turns its back,
hold hands that never reached for yours
and still… you give.
But on that one day,
that 1%,
when you choose you
you become the villain in their story.
not because you wronged them,
but because you stopped watering roots that never grew for you.
Let this be your reminder:
Stand. On. That. 1%.
Because those who truly saw you,
those who drank from your rivers and planted seeds beside you,
they’ll still water you.
they’ll understand your silence,
respect your boundary,
honor your breath.
because they too come from love.
fellowship with them.
The only ones who’ll feel betrayed
are the ones who picked your fruit
and never touched the soil.
the ones who came for the harvest
but never stayed for the rain.
So stand.
stand on that 1%
not in guilt,
but in grace.
Stand on the legacy passed down from your flesh & blood
on the same legacy you will pass down to your flesh & blood
you have the entire universe on your side
you have your ancestors on your side
you have divinity on your side
you have you on your side
Stand on your 1%
But in full bloom.
You are not wrong for choosing peace
in a world that mistook your love for supply.
Stand. On. That. 1%.
Love,
Umi
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