Love

My hope for you is pleasure;

the toe curling

nose flaring

deep comfort of love

not this wounded thing that looks like

hate,

resentment,

scorn

of hurt people who can only hurt people

whether they’re in therapy or not…

I wish for you,

something that is willing to listen

to hold space for

you as well as themself

something that fills their cup up first so that they are overflowing with gifts to give you

someone who isn’t drawing from empty

more concerned with pleasing people who themselves are empty

then truly easing into co-created spaces.

I wish for you joy,

passion,

ease,

acceptance,

comfort,

and above all else…

love.