E-X-H-A-L-E
I heard it.
That breath you didn’t mean to let go.
The exhale you've been holding in…
for weeks.
You didn’t have to tell me you were tired—
I felt it in your silence.
So I slowed my voice...
So you could slow your pulse.
I moved closer…
So you could fall apart—without falling.
I’m not here to take.
I’m here to hold.
Not to fix.
But to feel.
So now—
Exhale.
Let your ribs drop.
Let your jaw unclench.
Let the pressure go.
You made it.
You're here.