April, the movement from hospital rooms to poems gives this piece its heart. You are naming a life where compassion is practiced in more than one form: holding hands under fluorescent light, writing for people who feel unseen, and hoping that a stranger in pain might find enough hope in your words to stay. The poem’s deepest ache is the desire for a quiet life of care to have mattered, and I think that will resonate with anyone who has wondered whether small acts of kindness can endure beyond the moment they are given. Thank you for writing with such clear devotion to the lonely, the tired, the grieving, and the ones still trying to choose life.
I absolutely love and respect your writing - to not only share a beautiful message, but to make it rhyme with proper beats is so impressive to me. Thank you for sharing!
<3 Just beautiful
You always write from the heart and touches me deeply ♥️
Thank you. The feeling is very mutual 💗
April, the movement from hospital rooms to poems gives this piece its heart. You are naming a life where compassion is practiced in more than one form: holding hands under fluorescent light, writing for people who feel unseen, and hoping that a stranger in pain might find enough hope in your words to stay. The poem’s deepest ache is the desire for a quiet life of care to have mattered, and I think that will resonate with anyone who has wondered whether small acts of kindness can endure beyond the moment they are given. Thank you for writing with such clear devotion to the lonely, the tired, the grieving, and the ones still trying to choose life.
I absolutely love and respect your writing - to not only share a beautiful message, but to make it rhyme with proper beats is so impressive to me. Thank you for sharing!