Today, I will swaddle the sorrow, sway

it to the rhythm of the sweetest lullaby, whisper

soothing words of I see you, listen

while it shares its fears, spills its tears,

allow it to stay for as long as it needs to. I will

offer a pillow, a blanket, a soft shelter to rest its heavy

head. I won't downplay, or rush it away,

won't insist that it name or explain itself,

won't try to shape its sharpness into something

soft or shiny or more suitable, will hold up a spoon

and let it slowly sip, will rub its shy shoulders

until shadows can't help but shift—

not because the shadows aren't welcome,

but because when something feels safe enough

to be what it is, it can't help but lift, drift,

can't help but slip into something

more comfortable.

--Julia Fehrenbacher

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