A breath before a word,
space between feeling and action.
Not every wound needs a weapon,
not every silence is defeat.
Hands remain open,
even when the world closes in.
The weight of anger dissolves
when met with understanding,
not force.
There is strength in stillness,
courage in listening,
power in choosing
not to harm.
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