Hi, I’m Tender

Self-In-The-Cloak, I know how much they hurt you. I know that you draped yourself within yourself, because you were in pain, and afraid. You did the right thing, to survive and live another day.

In all of your recreations, this one is the hardest. I see it, and you. I see the things that got bound up within your threads, in that swelling chrysalis; you are tormented in there. I am here to consciously tell you the these things are not the truth. – You are, the Truth. – These things can not nourish you. I am here to consciously pull them out.

Mine is the hand that will not berate you, nor force you; I would never turn my hand against myself. And I will never offend you by ripping you out of this spun shell of yourself. No! I will love you enough to make small tears in support of you. New air, introductory new light.

I do this because I felt you shifting in there, and I knew it meant you were becoming uncomfortable with your own restriction. Self-protecting, self-imposed.

You, dear heart, are meant and built and destined for flight. In your bindings, there is only room for one. If the world seeks to harm you, it is because they have never been required to change.

You must come out. You must come out. …You must.

Out here, I can not promise you eternal safety – it will indeed rain sometimes. The wind will pick up. Everyone won’t love you, though you be delicately beautiful.But I can promise you that you will fly. Because you were born to do just that.

I will seal your ears, that you may not catch superfluous noise on your journey. Your eyes will remain, and thus you will move about the world by sight and vibration alone. You will be fed only by the sweet, beautiful things.

I beckon you to come out again, because there were joys for you here, too. Give up your sorrows, and trade them for new joy. For lavender. For hibiscus nectar. For sugar. For laughter again. Trade out your truths.

Or, put those down and make new truths altogether. Because there is room for you today underneath the sun. For the rays to tumble down your back. For the wind to lift you, and surprise you. For shade to welcome you. For delight.

Be tender.