Forever Promises
She sat alone,
eyes low,
staring at nothing really.
Shoulders curved at the edges,
rising and falling
more pronounced
with every breath.
Life was about to win.
She felt the crumble inside,
the slow gradual slide
into the small voice
she had fought to hide.
Her hands lay on either leg,
palm barely open,
facing upward,
shrinking deeper in.
I wanted to sit beside her,
let my arms hold her
in her retreat.
Rebuild the broken parts.
To say: It's okay—cry.
Release the hurt
in every drop falling away,
just don't disappear with them.
Be kind to yourself
and hold up the why clearly.
The why is important.
Walking through this world
will take on a shape
you get to create.
Without apologies
stand
Our world needs your unique voice.
Today a stumble probably occurred—
unexpected.
Pause in the moment,
just be.
Like now,
but don't sit with it
too long.
The sting will end with owning it.
Your sisters are here.
We see
your best shining
in the curve of your lips,
the softness of your eyes.
Find your joy
and revisit her often.
Skip,
dance,
fly.
Grace lives in forgiving,
so craft your mirror
in letting go.
My dear girl,
Place yesterday in the past
where it was designed to be.
Let today live on with purpose,
and tomorrow—
always with hope.
But—
in this exact moment,
when the small voice
threatens to grow loud,
Lean your head
against mine.
Let our shoulders sync
in the rising and falling,
and just be.
I am here.
