There is a light in you that moves like the sun across mountains,
warm and certain,
and I am endlessly in awe of the way you give yourself to everything you love,
how you keep showing up,
even when no one sees the weight it costs you to do so.
I see the heaviness that settles in your shoulders,
the way your eyes grow tired long before the night comes,
how your hands keep building even when they ache.
I see the things you do not speak,
the shadows you keep close,
and I wish you could see yourself the way I do.
I will hold the pieces until you are ready,
be the stillness you can rest inside,
walk beside you through the heat of the day and the cold of the night,
be the arms that wait for you
and the voice that quietly calls you home.
Because it is worth it to watch the smile reach your eyes,
to hear the laugh that shakes the dust from your heart,
to see you finally set down your burdens
and let the world be gentle with you.
