Let space be a gift.
Let the silence not be so scary,
let it wrap you in the echos of your heart’s beats
hear each gossamer flutter,
chart each ethereal breach.
Let the distance not overwhelm you,
each footstep apart
a footstep closer to truth
illuminating the darkeness of an unsure path.
Crash not into closeness out of fear,
fashioning false intimacy out of panic,
let space be your guide;
in the quiet, let kind eyes trace over proof;
from a distance, may you see the whole story
finding all the ways your pieces fit together.
Undaunted by all the ways they don’t.
Caia Rose 