greetings December’s gentle light.
November taught me once again
how kindness can grow heavy —
how some will use you,
speak sharply at the very hand
that tries to help.
So I stepped away,
and in that quiet distance
I found something softer:
my own peace,
my own happiness.
greetings December’s gentle light.
November taught me once again
how kindness can grow heavy —
how some will use you,
speak sharply at the very hand
that tries to help.
So I stepped away,
and in that quiet distance
I found something softer:
my own peace,
my own happiness.