I am you
in your worry
held breath
waiting to be noticed
acknowledged
cared for
loved
understood

I am you
in the turning
of a page
learning connections
storytelling
in lines and wrinkles
dug deep on your skin

I am you
in the last light of day
sunset gold
falling across your face
with a rumour
of a smile

I am you
in the howling storm
the flooding emotion
that overwhelms
the breakwall
to pool
in low painful places
where the heart still aches

I am you
in the morning
as the sun rises
where sleeps lays
still curled in the blankets
warm and secure
against nightmare shadows

I am you

~

Leigh-Anne Fraser, March 8, 2017