A breath.
I feel the easing.
I feel the freedom.
I am safe here.
A breath.
I am safe here.
A breath.
I am safe.
Here in my body: this sacred ground
Consecrated by the beating of my heart and the pulse of blood in my veins
Here in my body: holy space
Held secure by the strength of my will and the force of my magic.
I breathe.
I feel the easing.
I am safe here.
Here in my body, held by my own compassion.
I am not reliant on the safeness of others to make me safe
Here, held by my own magic hands,
I am free to be
And so
It is time to heal.
Prying each nail from the lid of my coffin of darkest shadows – hammered in tight with white knuckled fear at the danger it contained.
I breathe.
I feel the easing
I feel the freedom
I am safe here
And here, with my fingernails broken and my fingertips bloody with the effort of digging steel from timber, I am confronted with the thing I feared for so long.
But she is small
Scared
Knuckles bloody with the effort of hammering against her prison walls
Tear-stained eyes, begging for freedom.
Breathe, my love
Let me hold space for you like I hold space for others
Beloved
You are safe here
We are safe here
