Love Helps

Love helps

In the quiet ways first

The ways you barely notice

Until one day you realize

Your shoulders aren’t clenched anymore

Your breath isn’t hiding in your chest

Your heart isn’t flinching

At every small sound

Love helps

Like warm light slipping under a closed door

Soft but insistent

Reminding you that even the darkest rooms

Has a way out

If someone stands on the other side

And whispers your name

With patience instead of urgency

Love helps

When the night stretches too long

And your thoughts turn into storms

It sits with you in the thunder

Holds your shaking hands

And doesn’t ask you to be brave

Only to stay

Only to breathe

Only to let the world soften

For a moment

Love helps

Not by erasing the past

Or stitching every wound closed

But by offering a place to rest

While you learn to heal

In your own time

It waits without tapping its foot

Without asking when you’ll be better

Without measuring your progress

Against anyone else’s

Love helps

Because it sees you

The real you

The one beneath 

The practiced smile

Beneath the armor you built

From old disappointments

Beneath the stories you tell yourself

About being too much

Or not enough

Love helps

By remembering the parts of you

You’ve forgotten

The softness

The courage

The strange beautiful hope

That refuses to die

Even when you swear

You’re done trying

Love helps

In the loud ways too

The laughter that breaks open a heavy day

The arms that pull you close

When you didn’t know you needed holding

The voice that says

I’m here

And means it

With a steadiness that feels like home

Love helps

When everything else has walked away

When the world feels like a locked door

And you’re standing outside in the cold

It opens a window

Lights a candle

Leaves a trail of warmth

For you to follow back to yourself

Love helps

Because love stays

Not perfectly

Not without fear

But with a kind of stubborn tenderness

That refuses to let you disappear

Into your own shadows

And sometimes

Love helps simply by existing

A reminder that even in the hardest seasons

You are not alone

You are not forgotten

You are not beyond the reach

Of gentle things