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It doesn’t mean I smooch my face with a pillow that make false attempt
to solve the heaviness I carry,
it only means I rest for a while
because some days feel sharp,
and softness is the only thing that listens

I wake with hope again,
even if it is small, even if it flickers.
I tell myself
maybe the world is still learning me,
as I am learning it

Maybe kindness is slow,
like seed under soil
where nobody sees growth
but it is happening anyway.

I cannot ask the world to hold me
if I do not also try
to hold the world with both hands,
even when my fingers tremble

So I walk, I stay, I breathe,
with whatever I know today
Maybe tomorrow the world and I
will understand each other a little more