Come to me
not as you are expected to be
but as you are 
when no one is watching
come with your tired thoughts
your half-healed memories
the quiet ache 
you never found words for
I am not asking for perfection
I am asking for truth

come to me 
like the evening
comes to the sky
slow inevitable gentle
like waves
returning to the shore
even after they’ve been broken
come when the world
feels too loud
when your name feels heavy
in your own mouth
I will not rush you
I will sit with you in the pause
and call that enough

come to me
and rest
because even the strongest hearts
deserve somewhere safe to land