The Weight Of Care Poem by Christen Kuikoua

I've learned not to promise what I can't fully carry.
Some words feel too important to use lightly,
and I'd rather be honest than impressive.
Still, there are things I try to show instead of say.
Not everything needs announcing,
some truths reveal themselves with time.

I often speak carefully,
holding back not from lack of feeling
but from respect, for the moment,
for what matters,
for God.

It's a strange balance,
to care deeply and remain gentle,
to feel much yet move slowly,
to let intention lead before emotion speaks.
I don't believe choices are made from absence alone.

Sometimes they come from alignment,
from a quiet sense that something fits
without needing to be named.

I can't offer everything the world promises,
but I believe in building something steady,
something rooted,
where love has room to grow
and faith has a place to live.

Some connections take shape quietly.
They don't ask for attention,
only patience.

So if my words seem few,
look instead at what remains consistent.
Time has a way of explaining
what language hesitates to touch.