VIVIEN THOMAS
You came in quiet, steady hands
like Vivien Thomas in a crowded room
studying the pieces I thought were lost
tracing the cracks no one else could see.
Your words were gentle, your laugh a balm
mending what others left in pieces
stitch by stitch, you held my brokenness
turning fear into something soft and whole.
You didn’t rush me, didn’t try to fix too fast
just knew how to let the hurt breathe
and slowly, I felt my heart remember
how to trust, how to beat again.
Now every pulse carries your touch
a quiet miracle I never saw coming
my heart healed, my soul steady
all because you knew how to stay.
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