I wish – a letter

I wish you could experience yourself through me. Then you would see yourself without an internally imagined plating of tarnish. The one created by a lifetime of trauma that you were conditioned to believe were your bags to carry for life in silence, alone. Instead you would see the inner workings of your beautiful soul. You’d feel the warmth and kindness, sincerity and truth that flows from you with every touch. You’d sense the shell of protection, opaque as the air we breathe. Yet your inner most being cannot fight the draw, as if finding a missing piece in the tapestry of a previous lifetime. You’d question what this really is as your heart, mind and soul all want to be heard. You’d silence them by looking into your gentle face and misty eyes, that when stared into long enough, always settle into a familiar gaze. You’d feel the indescribable calm of our souls touching. You would see how the corners of your mouth stretch slightly upward as your eyes relax . And in that brief and silent moment you’d know it’s real and you are worthy and capable of love.