I hope you are

not hidden,

but held

like sunlight

in the curve of a sleeve.

A laugh tucked in,

a name still glowing

on someone’s tongue,

easy as breath,

steady as morning.

You are not drifting.

You are dancing

quietly,

sure-footed

through your own unfolding.

Let them wonder where you are.

Let them feel it

the hush before bloom,

the ache of joy

as dawn splits the sky.

Hope is not waiting

it’s the warmth

that walks with you

everywhere.

Something a little different… Trying to write happy.

Love and light 🔆

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