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Do not build a ladder  
when I fall into the abyss  
I did not call for climbing

The thorn in me  
is not a riddle to be solved, 
nor a window begging repair  
I am thunder — not your project; 
I am rain that needs witness, 
not your umbrella

When I say I’m drowning,  
do not throw me ropes of reason  
Let me sink into your silence  
weightless   unrescued  
yet unalone  
Be the shore that does not move  
as my waves thrash  
        and settle

My pain is not a puzzle.  
Don’t match it to your pieces.  
It is a wild bird  
let it wheel  
      let it scream  
            let it land  
without your cage
on wild earth and 
     broken branches.

You see my storm  
and lash advice like scaffolding,  
but I need someone  
to taste the chaotic torrent  
to say yes — it bites,  
yes — it burns,  
not someone who murmurs  
“you should have stayed inside”

To love me is to shhh,  
to hold space as sacred  
to hear with your cells  
not just your ears

What courage it takes  
to offer no answer  
to let me erupt  
without stapling my wings

Let me weep  
without shame.  
Let me unravel  
without thread.  
Let me fall  
and do not sweep
the pieces away.

These fragments  
are not failure;  
They are a kind of scripture  
not trash,  
but story,
etched into the fabric of my being.

Only when your stillness  
echoes louder than your words  
can I hear myself return

Only then  
can I stitch up with cat gut  
and name it healing.

And when I rise,  
not fixed  
      but found,  
I will turn toward you  
not to repay  
but to remain
to share this journey
And then I will listen deeply.

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