I arrived like a question
half-swallowed,
wearing silence like a shield.
Everything I touched,
I expected to break.
Everything I said,
I rehearsed in apology.
There was a time
I only spoke in exits—
built doors out of distance,
named it safety.
But some kind of warmth
stood still
when I backed away.
Not a fire,
not a blaze,
just something that stayed lit
even when I dimmed.
It didn’t ask me to be brave.
Didn’t beg me to be soft.
It waited,
quiet as the moment
before the truth
is finally told.
And maybe I was still trembling.
Maybe I still counted
every heartbeat
like a warning.
But something in the way
it never left
taught me
how to stay.
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Author:
Amandatoriii (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A poem of overcoming and persevering very nice
That is a lovely and positive write of perseverance and hanging in, nicely written and expressed
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