I need you to reach for me. I have bled in silence, gold in the cracks of my ruin and still, no footsteps but the echo of my asking. Do you hear me now, beloved? The one who doesn’t fear the dark? Not the ghost of me I give the world but the whole, holy ache I carry alone. Come forward. Come slow, but true. See the sacred in my ruin not the mask, but what's breaking through. Come forward. If you’re real, then prove it so: Reach for me, not to fix but to know. I’ve learned to be the ocean with no shore to hold my tide but I’m not calling for safety I’m calling to be recognized Find beauty in my sorrow, not the shame they tried to brand Hold me like a holy fire burning wild in your hand Come forward. Come still, come brave. See the sacred in my ruin not the role, but what I crave. Come forward. Not of my reaching this time but of yours, into the ache, into this heart of mine. If you don’t fear depth, then come to mine. If you hear this call, then now is the time. Not to save me. Just to stay. Just to stay. Just to stay. Fall forward. To the place I burn alone. See the sacred in my ruin and make me known. Not of my reaching. But of yours. Come home.
