I hope to write the words that open your heart—
To help you glimpse the depths of your own soul.
To find the love that blazes through the storm,
And grants you peace in restless hours.
I want to speak a word that shatters walls—
That tears your heart out,
And lays it bare for those you love to see.
Let these words echo in your consciousness.
Let them find you standing on the edge.
May they reach you before you leap—
And give you strength to back away.
To hold on. To believe again.
When all seems lost, remember: you will be found.
Pain, too, is wondrous—it deepens the soul.
I have faith these words are from my heart
Speaking gently, fiercely, to yours.
They belong to you now.
Use them. One day, I pray, you’ll give them back to the world.
You are not alone.
We all ache because you’ve ached.
You are loved.
You are an artist.
You are the vision of perfect imperfection.
We see you—and we stand with you.
Your strength is a monument to love.
Show us who you are.
Be proud of what you’ve endured.
It was never your fault.
Release the shame.
Honor your past—it carved the beauty you now carry.
Let the colors of the cosmos flow through you,
Both shadow and starlight.
Dance with us—
In celebration of you.
I see you.
Yes—you.
The one you’ve locked away.
The soul you keep hidden,
Still screaming to be held by another aching soul.
We hear you.
And we long to hold you.
To feel the warmth birthed from your agony.
Let the fires of anger and hatred
Burn through the chains that bind you.
Rise from those ashes—
And join this tender, trembling army of love.
Where we lose every battle—
and in doing so we win the war.
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