Circles Return Quietly 

There was once a space I left behind,

To breathe, to work, to start anew.

Fresh paths and channels marked in care,

So voices could be fair and true.

Yet softly now, familiar threads

Weave through the air again

Influence wrapped in quiet tones,

Reaching where it shouldn’t reign.

I share these lines without a name,

Not in anger, but in plea:

Let safety mean more than distance made,

Let calm stay where it’s meant to be.

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