the edges of myself

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

frightened

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

undeniable,

palpable.

Their reality clearer than anything

our eyes are capable of seeing.