A Hymn for Those Who Fear But Yearn to Love in Holy Fire

I don’t need praise. Only recognition from one whose scars glow beneath the same moonlight.

I want to feel them behind me not to become chained, but to call me home and ask me to stay.

A silhouette that says: “You are not too much. You are not alone.”

A breath that warms the nape of my neck without demanding I melt and can withstand holy fire.

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