The Hands That Built Our World

🌿 A poem by Britt Wolfe

In the quiet spaces where love resides,
You are the steady breath beside me,
The warmth that fills the cracks of long days,
The harbour where my restless soul anchors.

You hold space for me—
Not just in the rooms we share,
But in the unseen corners of my heart.

💚 Click here to read the full poem on Vocal!

Britt Wolfe

Britt Wolfe writes emotionally devastating fiction with the precision of a heart surgeon and the recklessness of someone who definitely shouldn’t be trusted with sharp objects. Her stories explore love, loss, and the complicated mess of being human. If you enjoy books that punch you in the feelings and then politely offer you a Band-Aid, you’re in the right place.

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