You’ll never truly know
how broken someone is
until you try to love them—
until your hands meet the cracks
they’ve spent years hiding,
until your kindness echoes
in rooms where only silence has lived.
They’ll flinch from gentle words
as if softness were a threat.
They’ll test your patience
like a child lost in a storm,
unsure if safety can exist without pain.
And if you stay long enough,
you’ll learn that love
isn’t always light.
Sometimes it’s holding someone
while their darkness spills out,
and realizing
you can’t fix them—
only love them through the breaking.
Through the Fog 
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