2025-05-04-02
To Svaha
One day,
someone will find you—
not the mask,
not the practiced smile—
but the trembling heart
you’ve kept hidden
under years of “I’m fine.”
They will reach for you,
not with answers,
but with arms
willing to hold
what the world dropped.
And when they pull you close,
not to fix you,
but simply to keep you warm,
you’ll feel it—
the quiet click of pieces
that once shattered
softly fitting back into place.
No grand healing,
no lightning crash,
just the hum
of belonging
that says:
you are no longer
alone in your repair.
One day,
someone will hug you so tightly
that your fragments
won’t just mend—
they’ll remember
how it felt
to be whole.
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