Unsettled ground
A little poem
You bring insecurities to the surface, but gently, like waves lifting sand, letting me see what was always there. I think I do the same to you. We churn up emotions that have long hidden beneath us, stirring pain from its resting place, coaxing truth from shadows. But isn’t that what healing is? Maybe that’s why your instinct is to push me away. A tide retreating, a door half-closed. Yet, you always return, because something in you knows I am not here to break you, only to remind you that you are whole. Looking deeper will not drown you. Facing your fears is just another way of breathing.
*original poem by Emily King