17.01.2026
In response to : https://wp.me/p4hb99-2Kz
Word: Drum
Drum

This Drum was born to my pulse,
hide stretched with intention.
Each beat remembers names
I never spoke aloud.
When my hands strike,
the room listens.
Earth answers back,
steady and warm,
aligning breath, bone, and star,
until silence feels held
in circles of care, calling home the parts I scattered long ago here.
💫Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫







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