SageRose

We all push ourselves for something

we push

          for achievement

          for recognition

          for forgiveness

There is a language 
spoken only in half-glances, 
in the weight of a pause 
just before someone smiles. 

(YWP Editor's Note: Congratulations to Csquared! This poem is the November 2025 winner of  The Tomorrow Project's monthly awards!

Our world is filled with such

Delicate things, such

Beautiful little lights we

Find glittering in our eyes and

Try to tuck

For my friend, who 

sent me a letter in the mail even though 

we see each other every day, just 

so she could gift me a card and 

a lovely little poem;