One of those hugs
from a certain place
of trauma turned
to precious gold
can seek out sadness
through warm embrace
and put words to the
darkest stories untold
If you look for poetry,
you'll find it there
In the weak, who love,
and are then made strong
Who find redemption
from open air
and that sacred place
where words belong
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 11:26 PM UTC
One of those hugs
from a certain place
of trauma turned
to precious gold
can seek out sadness
through warm embrace
and put words to the
darkest stories untold
If you look for poetry,
you'll find it there
In the weak, who love,
and are then made strong
Who find redemption
from open air
and that sacred place
where words belong
Love people.
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