In the blue-black darkness
of a hopeful morning
you are the brightest star
slicing through the haze
of doubt and sleep.
You reach down into the depths
of muddy murkiness
and pull me from my mind's stupor;
you insert the steel in my spine
allowing me to move forward.
In the face of questioning doubt,
you shield me with your sweet song
of reassurance, letting me know
I am good and can be free
to be me. You make me strong.
With deft hands you have built
me up, for you see the fragility
in me - you see all of me -
as though you lived in my head.
Go gentle; you can break me.
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