the sacred art of self-soothing

❝ i am taking myself by the hand
i am cupping my own face gentle in my palms
i am telling myself, soft and solemn
‘we are going to be alright’
i am wiping away my own tears
salt against my thumbs
and i am reminding myself
'we are going to be alright’
i am taking myself in arm
and i am looking at the moon, the stars,
the water and waves
the cycle, the dancing,
the swaying, shifting, ever-changing
the light reflected, refracted,
dead but shining still
and i am holding myself tight
'we are going to be alright’
it’s a promise, it’s a truth, it’s a hope that hurts
but i am cradling my heart in my chest
broken and aching and beating still
'we are going to be alright’ ❞