I stare in space to find a reflection of who you are and who you used to be
I am sorry you never existed in a safe space
Where you are enveloped with love, warmth and safety
so you crave for things you know will get you burnt
I am sorry you never existed in a safe space
Where you allowed to speak about how you feeling and how you want things to be done
You often wear a mask so you do not utter the real words you want to say
You often hide behind the cloak so you do not allow people to see who you are
so you chase after people who fail to feed your thirst.
I am sorry you never existed in a safe space
Where your voice is heard and you are held with gentleness
Where you are asked “How does this make you feel”
You often tap into those who do not clothe you with assurance and who see you
Seen, a word you only see on your Whatsapp
What is up with you
Your jaw is always clenched
You grind your teeth
Your shoulders are frozen
Your back often feels like it is on fire
I am sorry you never existed in a safe space
Where you can release and let go
Let it go
I grant you permission
to let it go, you are in a safe space
You are seen
You are heard
You have a voice
Voices become faces
Faces become spaces
Spaces ….safe spaces ….
On Becoming 