In our darkest moments, we don’t need solutions or advice. We simply crave the warmth of human connection. A gentle touch, a silent presence – these are the anchors that ground us when life’s storms rage.
Don’t try to fix me. Don’t carry my burden or chase away my shadows. Instead, be the steady hand I can hold as I navigate my inner landscape. Sit with me in the quiet, bearing witness to my struggle without trying to change it.
My pain is my own to feel, my battles my own to fight. But your presence reminds me I’m not alone in this vast, sometimes terrifying world. It whispers that I’m worthy of love, even in my brokenness.
So when the night seems endless and I lose my way, will you simply be there? Not as a savior, but as a companion. Hold my hand until dawn breaks and I find my strength again.
Your silent support is the greatest gift you can offer. It’s the love that helps me remember who I am, even when I’ve forgotten.
~ Etheric Echoes
 ~ Art ‘Broken’ by Karen Wilcox
~ Art ‘Broken’ by Karen Wilcox
BEING THERE
Being There 
isn’t a far away continent 
another galaxy not yet discovered 
in fact, it’s not a place at all 
Being There
doesn’t have a street address 
where Uber Eats will deliver 
what might fill your stomach 
but leaves the vastness of your hurting soul wanting more
Being There
is a You that is brought to an ache
that can’t be medicated or sedated 
but when simply Companioned 
knows no rival 
You possess a Being There 
that can’t be sold or bought
but readily given
If.    .    .



























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