Yet still I wonder, quietly: Is this pink mask the realest me? I straddle two—both soft, both brave, One takes the risk, the other saves. I fight for love, not praise or fame, To pull the broken from the flame. A hunt for joy, to guard a grin, To wear the pink and glow within. Courage isn’t lack of fear, It’s choosing to draw closer, near. To touch a soul, to lift a friend, To know that wounds don’t mean the end. So ask me, “Who are you, my friend?” The panther, or the man you send?”

May The Force be with you 🩷