There are hands
that found mine
before I had fully found myself.

Small, certain hands—
reaching without hesitation,
trusting without question.

They did not ask
who I had been.

They did not measure
what I carried.

They simply held on—
as if I were already enough.

And somewhere
between their laughter
and their quiet need…

I began to return.

Not all at once.
Not perfectly.

But in pieces—
soft, steady pieces—

stitched together
by a love
that did not require me
to be anything
but present.

Now I stand differently.

Not because the past disappeared—
but because I am no longer
standing alone in it.

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🌙 Today’s reflection:
Who reminds you—without trying—that you are still here, still needed, still whole?

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