…we

We heal where we feel safe

In spaces and with people

That offer us sanctuary

Or a home.

Burrowing into that comfort

We can finally shed the mask

Pretending it’s okay, that we are okay.

And let it out. All out.

In order to heal we must reopen wounds

And bleed until it’s empty,

Before it can scab over and scar.

So I come to you…

Needing that embrace

Your arms around me

To hold me tight

While I bleed out

Just make everything alright.