Hugged and Heard
By Annette Camp
May 6, 2026
Before words assemble themselves,
arms arrive. Not to fix.
Just a chosen gesture.
There is silence. Not sentences.
Being held does not mean
being contained.
I am open. Made wider.
My voice is received.
My words invited this.
There is clarity in
this moment: Love.
And something shifts.
Letting my words exist
became an invitation.
My honesty was met
with understanding.
Willingness on my part
to place my truth where
others could see it with
unmistakable care.
I feel change take root
beneath my skin.
Open to what
continues to unfold.
I stay with the
stillness of this
moment feeling
hugged and heard.
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