Inspired by Derek Walcott’s poem “Love After Love.”
There will come a time when your reflection feels like home again. You’ll open the door to what you've been avoiding for years— and it will be you, standing there, unarmed, unashamed. You will take out the old stories you tucked away and read them with new eyes, not the ones who loved you then, but through the quiet voice that has always seen you and held you through the silence. This time, you’ll sit not to fill the space, but to be present with the truth you’ve been swallowing whole. Receive. Settle. Let the hunger finally rest.
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