I'm your Rib

I'm your rib,

not a shadow carved to disappear,

not a whisper hidden behind closed doors,

not a secret wrapped in silence.

I'm your rib,

a reminder that I was never made

to walk behind you,

nor beneath your feet,

but beside your heart.

I am not a sin to be confessed,

not a burden to be carried,

not a name erased when daylight comes.

I'm your rib,

a living memory

that strength was never meant to stand alone,

that even the strongest frame

was formed with room for another soul.

Do not hide me

like something forbidden.

Do not keep me

where only darkness knows my face.

For I am not your shame.

I am not your secret.

I'm your rib,

woven from the same breath,

shaped by the same hand,

created not to be concealed,

but to be cherished.

And when the world forgets,

let this truth remain:

I'm your rib,

a reminder...

not a sin to be,

not your secret to keep,

but your equal,

your companion,

your home.