I.
His space, that liminal
peace and calm I crave.

He walks me through the door,
lets me wander under supervision,
reclaim the pieces of myself I’ve kept hidden.

II.
Mirror floor,
shimmering pinks and reds, reflected,
the warmth my heart knows so well.

His kiss offering me rebirth.

III.
He brings me back up when the edges of my mind get fuzzy.
When the darkness feels jagged.

Light as fingertips tempting a balloon into flight again,
bounced gently until I land on soft earth beneath my feet, held in
His love for me.

Watery witness.