I’m writing from a place
you didn’t know existed yet
A place where your name is not a question
and the air no longer demands anything from you.
The weather holds steady here
Even the dark knows its place
Where you are now
The fog lies about distance
It bends memory and dulls sound
It’s a place where every shape is a warning
Every step is a landmine waiting to explode
To remember over and over and over again
But Here
There is safety
There is warmth in abundance
There is a home that stays
Here,
Your voice is no longer muted
It is a place where words do not rush you
But instead offer shelter
A place where silence no longer feels like a threat
Here, the night comes without instructions
And morning does not arrive as an alarm
A place where someone whispers your name
like it has always belonged to you
Where love is spoken quietly and believed
A place where your voice is met not measured
And no one mistakes your fullness for danger
Here, safety is a hug
that doesn’t rush to let go
Hands that remind you where your body ends
A smile that reaches the ground
And when you speak
you are heard the first time
not corrected
not softened
not asked to explain yourself smaller
Here, you are given space
to finish becoming
No one asks you to be less
Here, the words tattooed across your back
are no longer a warning
but a vow
an anthem you finally get to live inside
Nothing in you is too much
This is a warm place
A nurturing place
A place where you grow
And someday
without realizing it
you will find this place too
And when you arrive
nothing will need proving
You will know it
by how easily
you breathe
