Reflection garden a reminder that strength doesn’t

a reminder that strength doesn’t have to shout to be heard

and let the world know: some hearts burn brighter in the dark

Margin note:Pincer alignment remains intact

as if it’s chosen its place

through emptiness that tastes of memory and regret

Reflection garden a reminder that strength doesn’tCome in, he says, holding the door just enough to let her pass. I have a present for you. The room is already prepared. Candles set low, their light gathered close to the table, leaving the walls to fade into shadow. He places the necklace in her hands without ceremony. The chain is cool, the strands slipping over her fingers as she lifts it, each red drop catching what little light there is and holding it there. Let me, he says, stepping behind her