Three words

I believe you, she said,

and in that moment

the universe stretched,

atoms rearranging,

exhaling open

spaces just for me,

breathing room.

It’s amazing just

how long I went

without speaking

a word of this

to anyone, and how

those three simple

words began

urgently to heal

my unseen bruises

and stitch laces

across the lacerations

I’d sheltered

like children

for so long.

What do you think?

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