Dream precious child. You are light.

Thankfully, in my moment tonight that I felt inconsolable and profoundly sad and misunderstood, there was someone to listen to me, relate, and reflect lovingly and thoughtfully.

I felt, be light child. The one’s who did not nurture you the way you need, might never. But there are others that when you are being vulnerable and turn to grieve, are there to meet you tenderly. And for a moment tonight I felt the weight slip off my neck. I let my grief dissolve be broken by love.

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