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She sits in the in-between
not fully open,
not completely closed.
There are parts of her that have been offered,
and parts that remain untouched.
This is where she returns to herself
to sort through what was taken,
what was shared,
and what still belongs only to her.
Not every silence is emptiness.
Sometimes it is protection.
Sometimes it is clarity.
She sits in the in-between
not fully open,
not completely closed.
There are parts of her that have been offered,
and parts that remain untouched.
This is where she returns to herself
to sort through what was taken,
what was shared,
and what still belongs only to her.
Not every silence is emptiness.
Sometimes it is protection.
Sometimes it is clarity.