Archive Editorial · poem
An anonymous entry
July 21, 2026 · under a minute
This is an Archive Editorial entry, a curated launch piece commissioned to establish the tone of the Archive, not a community submission.
I used to hope for gentler people.
Now I try to be one.
To listen without fixing.
To speak without sharpening.
To stay without needing anyone
to become smaller for me.
Let me be, on my best days,
the kind of quiet someone else has been praying for.
Acknowledge: one at a time, silently
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