I am my own

approval isn’t a prize; it’s capture

There was a woman 

who saw the world

as unprotected,

sensed people’s pain,

and gifted them 

the quiet place 

they deserved.

She understood 

some hearts 

need space, 

so, she would …

be, 

stitching a length of days,

watching silent moments 

let 

breezes through, 

sunshine in, 

and rain cleanse 

only 

what was ready 

to be washed away.

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