Please hold space for me,
While I am healing,
Cover my heart with your two hands,
Not only because it is bleeding,
But because it can still manage to beat.
Allow me to pick the pieces of myself,
From the quicksand They pulled me,
Light a match as I trudge on this road,
As a guide to my bruised soul.
Is there anything more powerful than LOVE?
Yes there is and it is TIME,
TIME is the Boss to all of us,
It secures a place for mending,
And a place for meaning-making.
When I am through,
And you get the privilege to see my scars,
I hope to hear you say,
"Yup, I saw those but
I'm still staying."