Remember that you were not born bathed in bright white
Light and crowned in faerie’s forest
Flowers; delicate and holy and demure-
but rather bore bloody in the black of night
When the moon was hidden, so that you would know the
Gentle arms of love and rest before you are blinded by the sun.
Remember that you are teeth and flesh and honoured and loved.
If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.