the patient and gentle

saying no to something people expect;
handing someone something you’ve made;
trying something you know you’ll fail at;
telling someone that you love them.

these things make me feel as vulnerable
as being trapped in a small space
and realising that I cannot breathe
that there are tears rolling down my face
that my nose and hands are covered
in the snot that I can’t contain
because I forgot my handkerchief.

in these moments, when I am shaking and afraid,
I am so very grateful for the soothing voice
that does not judge me for my tears
and does not push me to answer
the question of what they can do to help.

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