you were feather soft
in my memory
but concrete
in reality
breathe deeply
lean into the ache
of easing your grip
on something that never was
open your hands
and receive this
you are the love song
in my soul
arms that held me
newborn and bruised
hardened into
words like crystal treasures
precious to me, but not warm
eyes open slowly
much more dim at first
than i’d expected
child wrapped in skin
the heat of your pounding blood
to be innocent is such a rebellious thing
do you feel lonely, child, with your eyes open so wide?
this this life
trusts without trying
and drifts into dreams without fear
how are you so brave, small one?
can you lend me
that courage
child of clay
and stardust
you are not broken yet
the substances
holding your bones together
are fragile still
not built to last
forever
we are not broken born
but breaking
child still,
hold your head high
never be ashamed to cry
unfurling like flower petals
hungry for the love of the sun
my body expands
fingertips rough against
the heartbeats
what an addlepated thing it is, to love
and what an unasked-for gift, to be able to feel your fingertips
Brush mine. The whole world is breathless
discovery
child, made of warmth
fill your lungs with hope
begin the daily journey
of remembering who you are
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