You are not as alone
as the tower makes you feel—
a heart still hears you,
a soul still kneels
beside your breaking,
holding still
the weight you’ve carried,
the wounds that spill.

It’s alright to be tired,
to lay down the fight,
to whisper, “I can’t,”
in the hollow of night.
Even the strongest
need gentle arms,
a quiet voice
to soften harm.

You’ve walked through storms
that could have won,
yet here you stand,
not fully undone.
A small, fierce flame
still flickers deep—
it will not die,
though shadows creep.

You are worthy of love
that will not betray,
a home of peace
that will let you stay.
You are worthy of kindness,
friendship, rest—
and tonight, dear soul,
I’ll sit as your guest.

Not to take,
not to demand,
but simply to sit,
to hold your hand—
to whisper this truth
so you’ll always know:
you are not alone,
not ever alone.