A Quiet Presence, A Gentle Touch

 

 

In our darkest moments, we don’t need solutions or advice.  What we yearn for is simply human connection- a quiet presence, a gentle touch.  These small gestures are the anchors that hold us steady when life feels like too much.  Please don’t try to fix me.  Don’t take on my pain or push away my shadows.  Just sit beside me as I work through my own inner storms.  Be the steady hand I can reach for as I find my way

My pain is mine to carry, my battles mine to face.  But your presence reminds me I’m not alone in this vast, sometimes frightening world.  It’s a quiet reminder that I am worthy of love, even when I feel broken. 

So, in those dark hours when I lose my way, will you just be here?  Not as a rescuer, but as a companion. Hold my hand until the dawn arrives, helping me remember my strength.  Your silent support is the most precious gift you can give.  It's a love that helps me remember who I am, even when I forget

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