When Holding A Hand Was the Breakthrough My Mind Needed
By Rhema Sometimes, healing doesn’t come from therapy rooms or long conversations. Sometimes, it’s found in a quiet room, in the gentle weight of a hand wrapping around yours just when your mind feels like it’s falling apart. This poem is about one of those quiet moments, where everything changed, not with a shout, but […]
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