My sweet child… when your world crumbles like the crashing of dominos

tumbling down, one after the other.

I will be there to catch the river streaming from your eyes. 

When you feel the emptiness of the world

closing in around you, making it insufferable to bear alone.

I will fill it with substantial mass,

allowing you to grab wind at your fingertips. 

As it floats toward you, reach for it… captivate it. 

The world is waiting for you to flourish,

like that pretty pink rose you shoved deep down in your pocket.

Unable to blossom when hidden away.

Unleash it from your worries… 

Let go of predictability – let your petals fall,

for they will go where they need to.

There once was a Cinderella,

rumor was that her stepmother wanted her dead.

She came to me covered in ragged clothing.

Her tears drowned her, just like your own.

I dazzled her with magic,

clothed her with what she most desired.