she heard the words —
gentle, certain,
carrying the sound of peace.
but something in her
did not rest.
when did stillness
become silence?
when did acceptance
turn away?
and still —
as harm moves quietly
her spirit stirs —
not in anger,
but in seeing.
if love is real —
does it turn away
or remain?
what of truth?
she remembered —
to see clearly.
not above.
not apart.
not turned away.
she stood
in that narrow place
where love does not condemn
and truth does not disappear —
holding both,
open hand,
steady light.
she spoke
without hardening,
without fear.
and in that quiet,
she whispered —
let me see clearly
let me love without leaving
let me remain
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