desire for a hand
to dig deep under;
reach for the unwanted
Take a hold
tangled fingers
intertwined
Caressing the pain with your soft thumb—
embrace the weak with your words,
watch the sail of your effect
trembling within soft whispers:"I am here".

Silence of contentment filled the air
Assurance of acceptance, a feeling you had long wanted to have.
Let the aura carry you home
Have you made it?


- Moza