What you are carrying was never meant to be held alone.
Even the ache in your chest is a form of remembering love.
Nothing real about you is in danger.
The soul does not rush,
It opens when it's ready.
Sit with the moment gently,
It is already trying to heal you.
What feels like breaking is often a widening.
You are not lost,
You are being guided quietly.
There is a tenderness beneath fear waiting to be felt.
The heart knows how to return home without directions.
Let the night be kind to you,
It is preparing for dawn.
You are allowed to soften without falling apart.
What you seek is not in front of you,
It is unfolding within you.
The weight you feel is the weight of becoming.
Sit still long enough and love will find you.
Nothing is wrong with the pace of your healing.
Even uncertainty is held by something wiser than worry.
Breathe,
This moment is not asking for more than presence.
The soul blooms quietly,
Without any applause.
You are never meant to be perfect,
Only awake.
Lay your fears down,
The ground beneath you knows how to hold them.
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