#cuppinglove

[relatablejoe]

you are loved

they said your name, in kitchens, in cars, in rooms you never entered. softly. like cupping a small flame. and you were out there, thinking you were walking alone.

all that time, their words carried you. basket to basket. heart to heart. building a little road, under your tired feet. praise you never heard, still found a way, to bless you.

now you stand here. calm. bright. becoming. with the old you still trembling inside. you take their hand, and say, come closer. you were not the broken part. you were the reason we survived.