SHAPES

21.01.2026

SHAPES

Life taught me shapes before it taught me words.
Circles of safety, broken suddenly into sharp edges.
Squares we tried to live inside.
Lines we were never meant to follow.

As a child, shapes were simple —
footprints looping in snow,
the round mouth of a bucket,
the soft curve of a sled’s track down a hill.

Later, they grew complicated.
Corners appeared where there had been flow.
Walls disguised as structure.
Boxes called normal.

Now I see shapes everywhere —
in the way grief bends time,
in how love refuses straight lines,
in the spiral of becoming who we already are.

Some shapes are meant to be outgrown.
Others return, gentler, wiser.
And the truest ones?

They don’t confine.
They hold.

🪶

💫Maggie

The Afterlove Voice 💫