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⁠♡ To Be Heard,Seen & Cherished ✨ ִֶָ☾.

Daizy

Daizy

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You did not just look; you paused to read the ink.
Not the bold titles I show the world to think
I am whole, but the fine print in the margins—
the fears I’ve kept under lock and guardens.
To be seen is the relief of being a "book" finally opened,
where even the torn pages and the words unspoken
are met with a gaze that doesn't blink or turn away,
acknowledging the "map of my heart" in the light of day.


It is the "melodic sound" of a voice that finally lands,
not falling into silence, but held in waiting hands.
You hear the "echo of my goodbye" before I even leave,
and the "hushed infinity" in the breaths I weave.
To be heard is to know my "inner world" is real to you—
my dreams, my failures, and the things I’ve struggled through.
It’s the "bridge of words" that crosses the deepest divide,
letting me know there is nowhere left to hide.



This is the "golden thread" that binds the scattered pieces.
It’s the way your "unwavering strength" never ceases,
treating me like a "treasure" not for what I can do,
but simply because I exist in the same world as you.
To be cherished is the "soft place to land" when the flight is done,
the "warmth of a quilt" woven from the battles we’ve won.
It is the "peace" that settles like dust at the end of the night—
knowing I am loved, and for the first time, everything is right. ​
 
Daizy said:

You did not just look; you paused to read the ink.
Not the bold titles I show the world to think
I am whole, but the fine print in the margins—
the fears I’ve kept under lock and guardens.
To be seen is the relief of being a "book" finally opened,
where even the torn pages and the words unspoken
are met with a gaze that doesn't blink or turn away,
acknowledging the "map of my heart" in the light of day.


It is the "melodic sound" of a voice that finally lands,
not falling into silence, but held in waiting hands.
You hear the "echo of my goodbye" before I even leave,
and the "hushed infinity" in the breaths I weave.
To be heard is to know my "inner world" is real to you—
my dreams, my failures, and the things I’ve struggled through.
It’s the "bridge of words" that crosses the deepest divide,
letting me know there is nowhere left to hide.



This is the "golden thread" that binds the scattered pieces.
It’s the way your "unwavering strength" never ceases,
treating me like a "treasure" not for what I can do,
but simply because I exist in the same world as you.
To be cherished is the "soft place to land" when the flight is done,
the "warmth of a quilt" woven from the battles we’ve won.
It is the "peace" that settles like dust at the end of the night—
knowing I am loved, and for the first time, everything is right. ​
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Your words don’t ask for attention—they earn it.

They see, they listen, and they stay.

Reading this feels like being held by honesty.​
 
Daizy said:

You did not just look; you paused to read the ink.
Not the bold titles I show the world to think
I am whole, but the fine print in the margins—
the fears I’ve kept under lock and guardens.
To be seen is the relief of being a "book" finally opened,
where even the torn pages and the words unspoken
are met with a gaze that doesn't blink or turn away,
acknowledging the "map of my heart" in the light of day.


It is the "melodic sound" of a voice that finally lands,
not falling into silence, but held in waiting hands.
You hear the "echo of my goodbye" before I even leave,
and the "hushed infinity" in the breaths I weave.
To be heard is to know my "inner world" is real to you—
my dreams, my failures, and the things I’ve struggled through.
It’s the "bridge of words" that crosses the deepest divide,
letting me know there is nowhere left to hide.



This is the "golden thread" that binds the scattered pieces.
It’s the way your "unwavering strength" never ceases,
treating me like a "treasure" not for what I can do,
but simply because I exist in the same world as you.
To be cherished is the "soft place to land" when the flight is done,
the "warmth of a quilt" woven from the battles we’ve won.
It is the "peace" that settles like dust at the end of the night—
knowing I am loved, and for the first time, everything is right. ​
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This is beautifully written. Being truly seen, heard, and cherished is rare, and you captured that feeling with so much honesty
 
Daizy said:

You did not just look; you paused to read the ink.
Not the bold titles I show the world to think
I am whole, but the fine print in the margins—
the fears I’ve kept under lock and guardens.
To be seen is the relief of being a "book" finally opened,
where even the torn pages and the words unspoken
are met with a gaze that doesn't blink or turn away,
acknowledging the "map of my heart" in the light of day.


It is the "melodic sound" of a voice that finally lands,
not falling into silence, but held in waiting hands.
You hear the "echo of my goodbye" before I even leave,
and the "hushed infinity" in the breaths I weave.
To be heard is to know my "inner world" is real to you—
my dreams, my failures, and the things I’ve struggled through.
It’s the "bridge of words" that crosses the deepest divide,
letting me know there is nowhere left to hide.



This is the "golden thread" that binds the scattered pieces.
It’s the way your "unwavering strength" never ceases,
treating me like a "treasure" not for what I can do,
but simply because I exist in the same world as you.
To be cherished is the "soft place to land" when the flight is done,
the "warmth of a quilt" woven from the battles we’ve won.
It is the "peace" that settles like dust at the end of the night—
knowing I am loved, and for the first time, everything is right. ​
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Beautifully written Daisy ji!
 
Daizy said:

You did not just look; you paused to read the ink.
Not the bold titles I show the world to think
I am whole, but the fine print in the margins—
the fears I’ve kept under lock and guardens.
To be seen is the relief of being a "book" finally opened,
where even the torn pages and the words unspoken
are met with a gaze that doesn't blink or turn away,
acknowledging the "map of my heart" in the light of day.


It is the "melodic sound" of a voice that finally lands,
not falling into silence, but held in waiting hands.
You hear the "echo of my goodbye" before I even leave,
and the "hushed infinity" in the breaths I weave.
To be heard is to know my "inner world" is real to you—
my dreams, my failures, and the things I’ve struggled through.
It’s the "bridge of words" that crosses the deepest divide,
letting me know there is nowhere left to hide.



This is the "golden thread" that binds the scattered pieces.
It’s the way your "unwavering strength" never ceases,
treating me like a "treasure" not for what I can do,
but simply because I exist in the same world as you.
To be cherished is the "soft place to land" when the flight is done,
the "warmth of a quilt" woven from the battles we’ve won.
It is the "peace" that settles like dust at the end of the night—
knowing I am loved, and for the first time, everything is right. ​
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Hello and good evening Ms. . As always your words touch the heart. Very nice indeed. I am gonna steal your brain very soon hehehehehhee. Stay blessed. Cheers!!!!
 
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