i entered the room
dragging my doubts behind me
a suitcase stuffed with
sarcastic defenses and closed windows
the air was heavy yet gentle
like something unnamed
lifted within me when they spoke
a tenderness i didn’t trust at first
their words were threads of steel
soft as silk yet cutting through me
unraveling the knots
tangled at the base of my chest
i didn’t want to surrender
to the sharpness of truth
but their voice guided me softly
toward where the light waited
what i thought was skepticism
was just fear in disguise
it melted that day
puddling at my feet
i walked away lighter
a part of me left behind
and in its place
possibility bloomed quietly