We are helping to heal each other
you and i
traversing this stretch of time, an unwieldy highway,
hand in hand.
Watching the layers peel away
feeling lighter with each small forward step
increasingly aware of the young boy
peering out from underneath the years
of practiced pain– contained because
you knew no other way.
The little girl who sits inside my throat
of the power in her voice
is beginning to understand that
trust is tangible– and
your solid, unwavering form
exists in part to support mine. (as mine does yours)
These invisible ties running between us
across treetops and houses
through fences and wires
Their reality clearer than anything
our eyes are capable of seeing.