a kind father

you live inside me as a healing force

able to unite

these disparate fragments

that were shattered by so many

earlier losses

you are the open hand

that reaches out to hold my own

you are the powerful encouraging voice

that tells me to keep trusting

trying

and moving forward

so long ago i thought I may die

from the missing of you

until my pain summoned you up

only then did my healing begin

so now if I feel you drawing close

as angels guide my way

to someone growing and stumbling

through trauma too

remind me there is a kind father

that lives inside of us all

that we can open

our body and soul

completely to

to receive his kindness

warmth

and healing

(thanks to I’m Just Jason for inspiring this poem.)