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Strawberries and unspoken thoughts

Soft heart, sharp edges.

Soft things keep me together

This is my version of balance

She knows what she’s not saying.

I collect moments, not answers

A room that listens before speaking

I learned how to be soft without disappearing

Where evening learns how to stay

I loved once. I remained

She didn’t clean. She curated.

This version of me feels settled

I am not lost, I am becoming