Trust yourself
Place your hands on the warmth of your skin
Breathe, you are here
There is no sting
Pressure of the phantom hand
Trust yourself
Place your hands with compassion, the places once scarred, mark the beautiful start
Breathe, you are here
Place your hands, the fleshy parts, once blue, now rosy pink. There is no harm
Only honour, only love
Trust yourself
Place your hands, over your heart. Offer compassion to the place ruined not by love but by betrayal
Breathe, you are here
Place your fingers on the softness of your throat, the strong vibration of words now clearly spoken, from a place once stolen
Trust yourself
Place your hands upon the place where your soul resides, accepting both the light and the dark
Breathe, you are here
Place your hands amongst the spaces where your power hums heavy, intimately yours, you owe it no access from others.
Trust. Yourself.
Standing Still at the Speed of Light 