The Blood & The Bones

holding space.

they say it alters you
to be understood
yet I am no less honed or wanting
than I ever was
but there is one now who listens with intention
with an ear that seeks to comprehend
what I have not made words for
holding my arms to my sides
resting my resistance
giving love a purpose
and I feel stabilized
grounded almost
still in such a way
that does not pull me back
but instead creates a waiting place
a cradle
a sheath
a space to hold the violence
in ways no other could

the blood
& the bones