If I can trust one or two people to wrap their arms
around my story and hold a safe place to heal and grow,
physical contact never has to happen.
If I know, all of me, my woundedness and scars
are being held, listened to and looked at, without judgment,
then the part of me that held poison can let that go.
It can be filled with love.
Sometimes that is all it takes to heal.
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