For You, I Hold Myself (Poem-echo ft Dipti Vyas)

4th reflection on Love: Caring for yourself - for the sake of the other.

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This week’s Poem-Echo is brought to us by Dipti Vyas.

Sometimes a reflection does not end with an answer.
It opens a space.

We can speak about balance, about self-care, about the architecture of love —
we can reason through it, question it, defend it.

But some truths are not meant to be explained further.
They are meant to be felt.

There are moments when words must step aside
so something quieter can take their place.

I will leave you there.

Discover what follows.

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For You, I Hold Myself

I wash my hands
so I can touch you without leaving scars.
I feed my body
so my hunger doesn’t spill onto your plate.
I breathe, fully,
so my panic doesn’t leak into your space.

I fold my edges,
press my broken pieces flat
not because I am perfect,
but so your weight
doesn’t shatter me.

I guard my silence,
because my voice, when depleted,
cannot cradle yours.
I practice patience,
not as a virtue,
but as a shield for the storms you carry.

I love you best
when I am whole enough
to return your fractures
without borrowing them as my own.

The heart is not limitless.
It is a vessel.
I fill it carefully.
I polish it patiently.
I tend it fiercely.
All for you—
so when you arrive,
I am not a ruin,
but a harbor.

And then:

I do not die for you.
I do not surrender my edges
to prove love.
I sharpen them
so you can lean without breaking.

I do not vanish into your shadow.
I exist in light and dark alike,
so that you may exist in yours
without stealing mine.

I do not ignore my own storms.
I name them, feed them, let them pass,
so when your tempests arrive,
I am not drowning
on borrowed waves.

This is not selfishness.
This is architecture.
I build walls and doors,
not to keep you out,
but to let you in
without collapsing.

And when you cry,
when the tremor of the world shakes you,
I am a floor beneath you,
not a mirror that cracks.
I am a body that knows how to hold,
not a heart that folds into yours
and disappears.

For love is not annihilation.
Love is tending your own fire
so you can carry warmth
into someone else’s frost.
Love is keeping yourself alive
so that someone else may survive, too.

And yes:
it is terrifying,
it is relentless,
it is a choice every morning
to stay whole
for the sake of someone else.

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About the Author

Dipti Vyas writes to untangle big feelings, chase clarity, and invite hope into the quiet places of the heart and mind. Her work moves with patience and precision — reflecting on inner life with depth but without urgency, honoring complexity without forcing resolution. She explores emotional landscapes that resist simplification, offering prose and poetry that help readers feel what they think and think what they feel. Her voice is contemplative, grounded, and often infused with a gentle humor that lets insight arrive with both ease and weight.

Her writing meets you in the spaces between thought and feeling, where clarity feels earned and hope doesn’t pretend to be easy. Subscribing to Dipti Vyas means getting reflections that don’t rush toward answers, but invite presence — where emotional depth and attentive honesty become daily companions. Her work is for readers who want to understand themselves more fully rather than simply be comforted.

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The Mirror Room
Odel A.