This is where
the magic gets bright.
A private thought
can enter the light.
Not trapped in a drawer.
Not lost in a feed.
Not thrown away
for an algorithm to eat.
A card can be seen.
A page can be shared.
A story can travel
because someone cared.
A cousin can read it.
A friend can smile.
A stranger can stay
for a little while.
And maybe one day,
someone says:
“That helped me.”
“That made me laugh.”
“That sounded like me.”
That is the point.
That is the power.
A page can outlive
a scrolling hour.
