🌿There’s a quiet part of me I still keep tucked in the shade,
Where the light of tenderness hasn’t yet fully laid.
A voice that quivers, a wound held tight,
A shadow that dances just beyond the light.

I’ve learned how to smile, how to play the role—
But tucked inside are stories still untold.
Parts of me—unfinished, aching, raw—
Still longing to be loved without condition or law.

The timid, the bold, the ever-burning flame,
The one who still carries whispers of shame.
But I remember; I was made whole from the start—
Even the shattered are held close to heart.

So I return to grace, gently and slow,
Watering roots I forgot to know.
I hum into silence, I honor the pace—
For healing arrives like dawn; soft, with grace.

And maybe—one day—I’ll cradle it all:
Each scar, each spark, each stumble and fall.
To love what’s hidden, to give it a name…
That’s the sacred path. That’s the flame.

🌿Share & write from that place.
No judgment—only truth. Only love.