A necklace of tulips rests between my fingers,
fragrance of care and quiet intention.
Not from the one my heart whispers for,
yet these gestures make me feel seen,
these words make me feel heard.
For the first time, someone notices without asking,
understanding who I am in silence,
and though it’s not the one I dreamed of,
this small gesture blooms
in the stillness of my soul,
a reminder
that being seen is a gift in itself.
#poetry #poem
Dr. Saenz
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2025-10-11 21:51:17 UTC
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