The beauty below...

There are times when being me doesn’t feel so foreign,
Like things make sense again,
You give me that.
Sometimes I watch you.
The way your eyes smile.. even when the rest of you is trying so hard not to.
I wonder then who hurt you?
And what they could’ve done, to make you so afraid to hold onto someone?
But I need you.
So I’m going to wait,
just as long as it takes,
to release you,
from all of the guilt that you cling to.
So desperately it seems.
Almost like being sad, is all that you have,
and you’re scared that you’re going to lose that too.
If you’d fight as hard for the “you” that’s inside,
the “you” that you hide,
and let go, and embrace her, and love her.
Then you’d know like I do, the truth about you,
and believe in yourself the way I do.

So I wrote this a while ago, but I thought it was time to send it out into the world and let it breathe. Words are like wine, they taste fuller, thicker, go down smoother when you give them a little room to breathe, let them open up and come into themselves. Reading them over and over is like rolling them around in your mouth, getting the feel for how they taste, savouring their meaning, drinking in their tangible and inkable scent.

So this one is for my better, braver me. I love you. You have always been more than. You always will be...

"I am here now. I will not leave you... You are safe here. You are home now. You can rest." - Jeanette LeBlanc.