I have been there beforeā
In the ache you now cradle,
In the waves that rise too high,
Tsunamis swallowing the soul
Where breath forgets how to return.
I have wandered oceans
Where hope was bait,
And shadows wore teethā
Creatures of doubt,
Feasting on dreams half-formed.
I know the streets where darkness blooms,
Where even streetlights
Bow their heads in defeat.
And crossroads mock youā
Left feels wrong,
Right feels gone,
And nothing feelsā¦ anything.
But hush now, my dear,
I hear the tremble in your silence.
Donāt give up,
I trust the light still sleeping in you.
Donāt fear,
For my arms are open
Like dawn after a sleepless night.
I will wake you
With a whisper the sun understands.
I will hold you
Until your tears tire
And find their home.
Cry, my dearā
Let it out like rain on thirsty soil.
You are not broken.
You are a miracle in motion,
A poem still being written.
You matter.
Your breath, your voice,
Your quiet presence in this loud worldā
All of it, born with purpose.
The ones you metā
The pain, the grace, the chaosā
All were stars on your map.
So now,
Lift your chin like a flower to the sky,
Straighten your back
Like the mountain you are becoming.
And walkā
Not to escape,
But to return to yourself.
Just walk,
One trembling, beautiful step at a time.
Iām right here.
Always.