Hush now…
come sit in the quiet
where the world finally loosens its grip,
where the night folds itself around you
like a soft blanket warmed
by a gentle, steady heart.
You don’t have to be brave just now.
You don’t have to pretend
you’ve outgrown the small voice inside
that still trembles,
still hopes,
still curls its fingers
around memories that ache.
You can rest here.
You can exhale.
There is a child in you
not broken,
not wrong
just tired from carrying
more than any child ever should.
Let them come forward.
Let them climb into the quiet
of your chest
and feel, maybe for the first time,
that they are safe.
Imagine cupping their small, tender hands
between your own,
warm and gentle,
as though you finally understand
how sacred they’ve always been.
Tell them softly:
“I’m here now.
You don’t have to run anymore.
You don’t have to hide.
I will hold what you could not.”
And feel how those words settle
like a blanket
like a promise
like the slow, sweet warmth
of a light finally returning
to a long-abandoned room.
Let the night sing to you,
low and silver,
like moonlight humming
through half-closed curtains.
Let it stroke your hair
in the quiet way
only nighttime knows
no urgency,
no judgment,
just the eternal patience
of the dark wanting you to heal.
For even now,
the child in you
still reaches for gentleness,
still dreams of a pair of arms
that hold without hurting,
that protect without taking,
that stay.
And you
grown and weary
yet still full of unseen softness
can be those arms.
You can wrap yourself
in your own compassion
the way no one ever did soon enough,
whispering into the oldest wounds:
“You deserved tenderness.
You deserve it still.”
Let that truth settle
deeper than the pain ever did.
Breathe.
Rest.
Set down the weight.
The world can wait.
Tonight is for the child in you
the one who survived,
the one who needs to be rocked
in the cradle of your own forgiveness,
your own warmth,
your own unshakable care.
Sleep now
not into forgetting,
but into healing.
For the moon keeps watch,
and your heart
for the first time in a long time
is safe enough
to close its eyes.