#Whatdoyousee #319
Inside a wooden hoop
the world is learning a new alphabet.
Fire burns without heat,
a heart beats without sound,
a smile carries a bruise you cannot see.
Butterflies remember what hands forget.
Stars are sewn where wishes once escaped.
A planet drifts—proof we are never alone.
A lollipop spins its sugar promise,
while red drops fall quietly,
pixel-bright, pain made small enough to hold.
Eyes stitched in yellow
laugh so we don’t have to explain
how much it hurt to grow up.
This is how we speak now—
in symbols,
in threads,
in tiny pictures holding oversized feelings.
Every stitch says:
I survived.
Every emoji whispers:
I was here.
And the hoop keeps it all together,
a circle of patience,
where even the unsayable
finds a place to belong.
💫Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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