healing wounds
and sweetly tending to
our traumas
embracing the tiny me,
the tiny you
the innocent ones
the chink in the armor
i allow you to touch
a crack in the halo
i turn to reveal
these blemishes
you still kiss
we dress wounds with deep listening
applying a salve of compassion
and together, we heal ourselves
one tended-to tragedy at a time
hearts seek, hearts need
a soft landing
i'll be
your soft landing