Friend,
I’ve seen this pattern before.
The one trauma creates.
It’s oddly similar to each of our beings.
I see you pick at your nails and look over your shoulder, you never did that before.

I see you look at your hands, cover them with your own body. As if your ashamed to exist.

My friend, I won’t push you but I see your changes.

I see your struggle, I feel the pain in your eyes that you mask with a smile.

My friend, I have seen you in flames when you’re not scared.
Where is that goddess?
May I help remind you of who you are with or without this new emotion?

Can I show you not to be ashamed of your new power?

I was once where you stand, scared and mean.
Let me pull you out my dear friend.
I can hold you this time.

Allison McNary