You come to me
with tears in your heart
holes and rips in the shape
of all the orphaned stories
that are lost to you
a song that is scratched
in a skipping loop
jumbled poetics
searching for their meaning
Your eyes ask
if I can sit in suffering
not just any suffering
your suffering
your personal battle wounds
raw and bleeding
if I can hear your pain
without flinching
without running
if your despair
is as safe with me
as your joy
you say you feel small
unworthy of your own integrity
of your shine
my dear one, I see you
in all your disjoint beauty
in all the ways your pieces fit
even the ones that have not yet
found their way home
You are so much more
than a catalog of experiences
You are a piece of art
as complex as you are moving
unique and powerful
in the courage
of your vulnerability
I will sit with you
as you heal from within
for I am not an answer
but a bound space
holding your unsafe truths secure
I am not an answer
but a question
patiently opening your locked doors
I am not an answer
but a mirror
reflecting your story, witnessing your pain
I am not an end, merely the means
With eyes that see you
With ears that hear you
With a heart that weaves
all your wayward pieces
into a cohesive whole.
#healing