The Way She Held Me

She didn’t rush to fix the pieces—
the cracks I thought made me less.

Instead, she wrapped her arms around me,
her hands steady over mine,
guiding me to hold what I once feared would fall apart.

The light didn’t come from her hands.
It came from the space between us—
where love said,
You are strong enough to carry this.

And for the first time…
I believed her