november 18, 2018

The Smallest One

The child in great pain who lives in my chest, when I awaken in the morning, instead of wishing she would go back to sleep or trying to numb her with immediate activity, I will hold her close, I will breathe for her, and see her for what she is: fear of being unloveable.

Like a mother awakens at the hungry cry of her infant, holds the child close to feed her, watching her with awe and the greatest love, I will attend to this innocent fear.

Oh, I love you sweet, little one. You could stay scared and small forever, and I will carry you and love you through every ounce of life.