Hold me tightly when I am tumbling apart, when my spine is tired and fragile.
Trace your fingers through my hair when I lay my worried head on your shoulder. Let me stay there.
And when I tell you to let go, pull my body closer. Because being loved is terrifying but I need a place to land when I’ve been flying too fast for too long. Though I am strong, my bones need rest.
Can I rest on your chest?
Let my shallow breathing match the depths of yours, falling into an easy rhythm.
Give me time.
My mind, blazing between the future and my past, settles into the lasting softness of your skin and I am here again.
Back onto my timid toes, rolling through my delicate arches, until my heels feel the cooling earth. Hold me until I find my footing on this wild path.
Then watch, as I grow you a garden.