There is so much I would like to say, but let me start off by saying “thank you.”
Thank you for loving me, especially on days when I feel most unlovable.
Thank you for holding space for me to feel seen.
Thank you for making space for me to feel safe.
Thank you for being the space which I call “home.”
Thank you for holding me up when I’m falling apart.
Thank you for believing in me when I had no faith.
Thank you for being you.
I have not always been so kind,
especially to you.
I have called you names
and punched you in the face.
I have taken you through hell
and wondered why
you burned in the flames.
I’ve expected more from you
than I ever expected from myself.
I’ve kept you from the world,
and I’ve kept you from what you need.
Never again will I spill blood
for the sake of needing to know
I was alive.
You are everything to me,
and I will spend every day
making it known just how special you are.
This one’s for you,
the you that has risen from the rubble;
the you that has risen in resiliency.
This one’s for you, oh body of mine.
This one’s for you.