The feeling of having just arrived at the wrong place,
but having nowhere else to go.
This makes me small
this leaves me vulnerable.
I am a soul, created to be loved,
freshly introduced to this body
which has just a few words for a vocabulary.
I cannot explain,
I do not have the skills to explain
Who I Am
What I Need.
I am just a small vulnerable soul
who has come to this place
but did not find a welcome here.
Behind my breathing there is sadness,
it’s at my spine,
it resides in my being.
I can’t remember what happened
that was worth crying about,
but this sadness became too heavy
to usher out with tears and sobs.
“That’s not who I am”
“You don’t understand me”
These are phrases that I feel must now be said
although they place words on a time
when there were no words
and describe the emotions of a girl
whose emotions were felt with the soul and not explained by the mind.
I send you comfort.
I send you love across time.
I hope that these words get to you.
And I think they have,
because just now,
your tears sprang to my eyes
and dried on my cheeks.
I know you have nowhere to go
and I remember that they will bark at you
and try to give you their shame.
Vulnerable one, I give you my resolve.
And I give you today.
Tightly, in your fists take this knowledge that you have seen your future
you have seen that you were able to endure
you have seen me
reaching out to you