SAFE WITH ME
My hope is that you feel safe with me.
That you feel free to be all those strange, quirky versions of yourself
you’ve kept hidden and buried down deep.
I know how hard it is for some of us
simply to exist softly.
To be gentle in a world
that’s been everything but
towards us.
My hope is that you know it’s ok to be disheveled and confused.
It’s ok to be afraid.
It’s ok if the only pieces you bring me
are the ones you’re not sure what to do with. My hope is that maybe together
we can reassemble one another better.
Don’t posture.
Please, don’t come to me artificially.
I know how it feels to fall short of expectations you never even set for yourself.
My spirit learned to undress itself in the dark, and redress itself to suit their liking,
to fit their needs.
I prefer us both naked and exposed.
My hope is that when you see me,
you feel at home.
Check your pretensions at the door.
Bring your wild imperfections.
Because here,
everyone "out of place"
no longer is.
J. Raymond
Poem from The Kindred Project: Vol. II
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