I had some quality time with a good friend today.
I told her a very difficult story of my history,
Down to the details like what it smelled like to be there
and that blood was sticky on my hands.
It took me some time.
I've never tackled this story from beginning to end
Like I did tonight.
I sort of jumped in and kept gulping for the next
breath to keep telling.
It felt horrid.
And I cried so deeply that I wasn't sure I'd be able to
My friend stayed with me.
She witnessed me.
She heard the story.
And when I had no more story to tell,
she covered me with the softest blanket I'd ever felt.
I must have fallin quite immediately to sleep
because I woke several hours later
with a massive migraine
and my eyes swollen shut.
I really do have the best friends.
I mean, who opens their home to me,
Sits with me for hours on and
while i tell a piece of my history that I know
rips her heart to shreds as I speak it?
I am truly gifted by such people in my life.
Rarely have I felt so loved or so safe.
Thank you, Life, for bringing such
radiant souls to me.
Thank you, to my dear friend,
for taking the time
and the courage
to witness me.
I am blessed.
And this friend is a precious gift.