When You Are There

~~ Lyra Fenelle, 22 June 2025

I always said

it was the wind that taught me softness,

the light that taught me patience—

but truly,

it was you.

You stood quietly behind me,

carrying the weight I never thanked you for,

steady, even when I was not.

When I turned restless,

when my words were sharp,

when silence felt like thunder—

you stayed.

You never asked me to be calm.

You simply gave me space,

and time,

until I could return

to myself.

You titled my poems

but never needed a line.

You let me chase light

while you held

everything else.

You never rushed me to fly.

You simply picked up

each fallen feather

when I landed again.

When you are there,

I am never alone.

Even in silence,

I am wrapped in quiet warmth.