Irresistible Paradox of a loving, firery embrace

Power decides what counts as healing. But truth decides what actually helps.

You arrive
not lost, just tired
of being found by the wrong things.

You’ve learned to smile with your mouth shut.
To hold your brilliance like a weapon
turned inward.

You never needed fixing.
You needed fire.
And someone who could hold it without flinching.

This is a threshold.

Take your time.
Let the noise settle.
If you’re still here,
you’re not afraid of what comes next.

Neither am I.