Take my hand love
take it and hold tight
for we are both here
cornered by the snarling rage
that is your depression
Take my hand
and let the subtle pressure
of my squeezing presence
be enough
to know I am here
to know you are not alone
in this cage
made of molded pain
Take my heart love
take it and heal yourself
for we are both here
wounded by the lashing legacy
that is relational war
Take my heart
and let the soft constancy
of my singing blood
be enough
to know I am here
to know you are loved
in the fullness
of your complexity
Take my breath love
take it and fill yourself
for we are both here
failed by the fumbling inadequacy
that is my words
take my breath
and let the quiet buoyancy
of my whispered stillness
be enough
to know I am here
to know you are heard
in the depth
of my sea
My love
you matter
to the hands that
trace your name
you matter
to the heart that
pulses your name
you matter
to the breath
that calls your name
home.