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Hug- special one

  • Dec 20, 2025
  • 2 min read

Updated: Dec 23, 2025


the world is wide

yet somehow too close

when the eyes begin to drown


salt water learns the shape of your face

like it has always belonged there


hopelessness is quiet

it sits in your bones

breathing for you

when you are too tired to try


inside you

a war no one hears

steel against glass

courage against the mirror


the sky leans low

as if it knows

you cannot hold much more


you search the clouds

for a shade of pink

that once meant tomorrow

but now feels like a memory

you imagined


you feel hands around your throat

no fingers

no wrists

just every voice that ever asked you to be more

than human


you measure yourself

in missing pieces

and call it failure


you look right

you look left

and somehow the air is the only witness


you offer your heart to others

on a plate of silence

hoping someone notices

you are starving too


the path shakes

stones forget to stay still

storms remember your name

better than the people do


the rain comes

and for a moment

you melt

because breaking is the only thing

that feels natural


you want a hug

but not one made of arms


a hug that whispers

the sky is still learning

how to be gentle


a hug that teaches wounds

how to turn into wings


a hug that says

you are not heavy

only tired


a hug that reminds the north star

it is allowed to fall

and still be a light


and that hug

has always been there

before the world asked you to be strong


a heartbeat

wrapped around yours

long before you learned fear


a mother

who loved you

before you had a name

for love


she sees galaxies

where you see broken glass

and even when you feel like the worst version

she keeps choosing you

as the best thing

she ever made

 
 
 

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