by Liam
Come here, my small one,
slip out from the hush of hidden rooms,
where shadows tried to teach you
you were too much, or not enough.
I have walked the years to find you,
following the bright, trembling line
of your laughter,
and the salt-trail of your tears.
I know the weight you carried,
how silence felt safer
than asking for what you needed,
how the world loomed enormous
and your heart beat
like a frightened bird
against the walls of your ribs.
Let me kneel beside you now,
and speak into that hush:
You were never wrong for feeling deeply.
Your tenderness is not a wound.
It is the place where light enters.
I have become the arms
you wished would hold you.
I am the voice that says:
It is safe, beloved.
Come into the day.
I bring you news from the far shore:
There is beauty waiting
where you once feared only dark.
The world can be gentle.
There are those who see you whole,
who hold your gaze with kindness.
In me, you have survived
and more than survived:
You have learned to bless your own scars
and call your spirit home.
So let us begin again,
hand in hand,
speaking softly
to every hidden hurt,
letting the hush be filled
with new music—
the music of a life
no longer ashamed
to shine.
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