Yearning for Softness

They call us strong, independent,
praise our resilience as if
we asked to wear these crowns of iron.
In the world's eyes, we are unbreakable,
but inside, we are tender,
longing to be cherished,
to be loved not for our struggle
but for our essence,
our beauty that needs no proving.

We have danced in the fire,
held up the sky while hiding our scars,
yet all we crave is softness,
to rest in arms that understand
our desire to live in luxury,
to be adorned, celebrated
for the queens we are.

Let us be vulnerable,
let us be tender,
let us bask in the luxury of ease,
where love doesn't demand hardship
as proof of our worth.

We are worthy of a soft life,
of love that nurtures,
of days that don't demand
we break ourselves to be seen.
In the quiet moments, we dream
of a world that lets us be,
soft, beautiful, deserving,
worthy of every gentle touch,
every whisper of love.