A subtle tightness,
a vague tension,
an area not being breathed...
all little signposts.
The little one
I tend to avoid,
seeks to be held and loved.
Do you hear her small, scared voice calling out to you, too?
[Inhale]
My arms squeeze her tight.
[Exhale]
Warm reassuring whispers...
A small but potent
act of self-love, it
permeates my being,
invigorating my aliveness.
Care to join me?
Grab your passport!
Pathways of love are
journeys worth taking.
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