Gentle One

Gentle one, you are the faint glow of a village on satellite imagery; you exist, and there are others like you. Mighty one, the world has soft spots; feel for them in the dark and hold space for what is tender. Sad one, lead with your wounded heart and remember the unscathed just haven’t found a voice yet. Trusting child, place your feet squarely on the ground and own your right to occupy that space. Pride, my little love, is more than a parade with an endpoint. March home, sweet one. Don’t leave with your gifts still inside you. I am waiting here to love you. A world exists for you that is kind. It is good here.