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There is a grief
that begins long before loss,
in the quiet devastation
of a truth
left standing alone.
And sometimes,
what sounds like anger
is only sorrow
that has exhausted
every gentler language.
There are words
that leave the mouth as weapons
but were born as prayers,
each sharpened edge
an unanswered plea
to be seen,
to be heard,
to be believed.
How cruel,
that the longing to be understood
can make a stranger
of the voice that asks.
And how terribly human,
to mistake the breaking
for the thing that broke,
to condemn the thunder
and never question
what the sky endured.
Not every wound
is an accusation.
Not every cry
is a declaration of war.
Sometimes,
the loudest words
are simply love,
still standing
before a closed door,
asking for justice
when all it ever wanted
was tenderness.
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Poetry by Britt Wolfe:
Sometimes, the words that sound the angriest are born from the deepest hurt. An Appeal for Justice explores the heartbreak of being misunderstood, the desperation of asking to be heard, and the quiet tragedy of having our pain mistaken for cruelty. It is a poem about the things we say when tenderness has failed us, and the love that can remain beneath even our sharpest words. For anyone who has ever raised their voice when all they really wanted was to be believed. 💚