whoever reads this, this is for you
Come here. No, really. Come here.
I want to wrap both arms around
whatever part of you has had
the hardest time of late —
the tired shoulders, the brave chest,
the heart that kept on going
even when it didn't want to.
You are so loved. I hope you know that. I hope it lands somewhere deep, past the doubt, past the busy, past the part of you that says oh surely not, surely not me — yes. you. exactly you.
If I could reach right through this screen I would hold you for exactly as long as you needed, no rushing, no pulling away, just arms that say you are not alone in this, you have never been alone in this.
Consider this poem a hug.
A long one.
The kind that rocks a little side to side.
The kind that makes everything,
just briefly,
perfectly okay.
You are so good.
You are so needed.
You are so, so worth holding.
Now please, pass the affection on, boost it, dm it to your best friend, spread the hug
