These are the words that fill the quiet spaces.
The corners of life where I can't give enough of myself to everyone and keep the right number of pieces to feel like I'm still whole.
Words like glue to hold things together,
letters like a salve for wounds I didn't know were bleeding;
syllables like a cadence pushing me forward:
These are the words I need you to say---
or maybe I need to teach them to myself---
You are enough. You are so worthy.
Consonants and vowels brushing past my teeth
in rapid succession:
Happiness is yours, love.
These are the words that keep me warm
when the fire softens.
These are the quiet moments.
Writer, editor, and storyteller living in the Twin Cities.