I know the world has been harsh with you,
the sharp edges of every glance,
the heavy hands that leave marks unseen,
the words that cut deeper than they know.
But when I speak to you,
I will speak softlyâ
so softly you'll feel it like a whisper of wind,
gentle against your skin,
like a promise that no harm will come
from the words I offer.
I will never shout or raise my voice
to drown out the noise of the world.
Instead, I will be the calm
in the storm that rages inside,
a steady hand,
a quiet presence.
And when you need protection,
when you need safety,
it will be my softness that shields you,
my gentle words that remind you
that you are seen,
that you are worthy of peace.