Self Kept

This poem is a gentle exploration of self-compassion and the deep connection we have with ourselves. It invites the listener to remember the ever-present support within, even in moments of solitude. Through the imagery of holding one's own hand, it reflects on the profound comfort and understanding that comes from within, reminding us that we are never truly alone.

Transcript

Laying in a dark room,

I caught myself.

I held my own hand and I knew it was you.

You who keep me safe.

You who hold me close.

You were always here holding me.

I caught myself and felt your love and tenderness.

You held my hand.

You hold my hand.

I forgot for a moment that you are here with me as me.

I forgot for a moment and yet you are here.

Right here.

In fact,

You hold my hand and there is no difference for it is you.

It is me and I am held.

I feel that you care.

You understand.

You give me the feeling of compassion.

I hold my hand in the dark in another way.

I interlace and I feel you are here and it is me and it is you.

And I am held.

Held by you.

I forgot for a moment.

I am never alone.

Not alone.

I am right here.

I am right here.

I am right here.

You are held.

I am here.

Self-kept.

I forgot for a moment.

I hold my hand.