your hands that held me..

I fell apart in quiet ways, In hollow nights and faded days. But through the noise inside my head, Your voice was louder—soft instead. You didn’t fix, you didn’t flee, You simply chose to sit with me. And somehow through your patient grace, I found my breath, my rightful place. Your hands were steady, warm, and true— They built a home I wandered through. And piece by piece, I came to see, That love had gently rescued me.