you held me in your delicate hands
and never shushed or interrupted me as i began to chaotically unravel at the seams i spent so many years ensuring were kept tight and pristine
you witnessed me as i broke down
shattered myself into fragmented pieces
of what was once a mastered façade of protective perfection
and you never once abandoned me
you told me with a warm smile that reached the corner of your eyes
that my sharp edges
were worth the piercing pain that you briefly felt deeply
as they dug into your flesh
you kept all my pieces
even the ones i wanted to throw away
toss into the ocean of shame and denial
hoping they would stay there
buried beneath the dark abyss
you kept all my pieces
and told me that each one was precious
each one served me in its own valuable way
even if i was not able to see it at the time
you held me in the palm of your hands
modelled for me a concept i only knew to be familiar with in theory
not practice
you simultaneously held me with such gentleness and fierceness
it's something that makes me feel seen
makes me feel heard
it’s something I feel without a word or look
it’s your presence alone
you held me until i began to learn that i could hold all parts of myself with my own two lonely hands
that have craved
for so long
to express unconditional love
as difficult as it is
and for that
i dedicate this poem to you
thank you for listening to my soul
to the poetry of my grief as it spills from my body
through silence
tears
through breath
words
and movement
thank you
[ slow inhale and exhale to grant the breath the space to be ]
thank you
Note: she read it to me during our book ending today; it was a sacred form of intimacy that I’ll never forget