ANITAHEALSWITHWORDS

Here, words are soft hands, holding, healing, and lifting.
          	I write for the heart that hides, and the soul that breaks silently, and those learning to breathe again.
          	Raw. Poetic. Real.
          	
          	This isn't just poetry, it's reflection. It's faith. It's fragments of pain and pieces of light stitched together.
          	If your heart's been heavy lately, maybe these words will help it speak.
          	Welcome to the pages I never said out loud❤️

ANITAHEALSWITHWORDS

Here, words are soft hands, holding, healing, and lifting.
          I write for the heart that hides, and the soul that breaks silently, and those learning to breathe again.
          Raw. Poetic. Real.
          
          This isn't just poetry, it's reflection. It's faith. It's fragments of pain and pieces of light stitched together.
          If your heart's been heavy lately, maybe these words will help it speak.
          Welcome to the pages I never said out loud❤️