I am a container
I hold the grief and pain of a thousand years
Stories of trauma and abuse pour into me
And I keep them
For you
With you

I wipe your tears
And comfort your soul
You disclose horrors and sorrow
The worst of life
I hold it for you
Until you can manage it again

I am the vehicle through which your healing flows
Not the healer – just the vessel
I carry your wounds and brokenness
To the place where our journey ends but you continue
I celebrate your wins and successes

I am a container
I hold what you cannot
Until you can