If I soften
leaning in to
all the ways
I am holding
Breathing in to the
clenched fists of
fear or shame
that work so hard
to save me
If I rest a gentle hand
of Love on these
old tight places
and hum the song
of the trees
of the waves
of the moon
into their tender ears
This softness opens me
unfurls my being
And I feel the
Feathered wings
That gathered
when I started
falling
The deep care of an Earth
That already holds me
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