The weight you carry feels immense
yet even in the grayest hour
a hand reaches out, a tiny touch
a spark soft, certain, alive
Moments like that linger
a cheek brushed, a kiss
reminders that love sees you
even when the world feels heavy
You do not have to fix it all
nor carry every shadow alone
Breathe, for breath itself
is a small rebellion, a promise of more
Let the heartbeats you cherish
be the rhythm you return to
The smallest joys are fierce
and even in waiting
the light moves closer
steady, unshakable, yours








Chère G.,
How lovely to read this.
It resonates hugely with me.
You obviously feel the importance of these hands and you may be very proud (hope this is English?) having them.
And writing about them.
Hats off.
Warm regards, Gus
Thank you, Gus… your words mean more than you know. This one was written from a place of real tenderness. Warm regards to you.
Beautifully penned, CG. A truly lovely write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. Light finds its way.