Remember yourself as the
little girl who watered the
pots so much, that the
roots loosened, for you
never knew when to stop
giving if you had a way to.

Remember yourself as the
woman who loved so much
that she loved through, and
after, every heartbreak that
tore through her being like
an apocalypse at a time.

Remember yourself as the
force of nature whose eyes,
they shone, as she demanded
justice for those she never knew
but empathized with, woman
to woman, soul to soul.

Remember yourself as the
patchwork of memories,
made of kindness, and love,
and constant compassion,
because staying soft in a hard
world, is the hardest of all.

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