For the Self Who Survived

You don’t have to come back. I’ll come to you. I won’t demand your return. I will simply send Divine Love to wherever you are. If you’re hiding behind a memory, I’ll lay soft grass outside the door. If you’re curled in a moment that never stopped hurting, I’ll open the sky and let the light come slowly. I don’t need you to heal to be worthy. You already are. When you’re ready, the field will feel different. The air will feel kinder. The wind won’t chase you. It will ask you to play. Until then, I’ll be here. Not waiting. Holding space. And if you ever feel a warmth for no reason at all, that’s me. Loving you through time.