I won’t claim space
you haven't softly opened,
but in the gentle breath
between silence and sound,
I remain
Not as a shadow lingering
nor a ghost from yesterday,
but as someone who always saw you,
clearly, tenderly,
even when your heart feared
what it meant to be truly known.
I know your quiet battles,
the way you fear losing control,
how it aches to reveal yourself,
to step from shadow into light,
uncertain if anyone could truly hold
the weight and wonder of your soul.
I've seen you craft careful armor,
watched you dance on edges of yourself
longing to be witnessed,
yet afraid the world
might look too deeply,
or not closely enough.
But I saw.
I saw the trembling courage
behind every hesitant smile,
the hidden poetry you wrote
with whispered breaths,
the strength in softness
you thought went unnoticed.
I witnessed your silent bravery
the quiet way you loved,
the gentle way you tried,
the powerful beauty
in simply showing up,
even when you felt unseen.