Being Met

It is enough
You are here
I am met

And being met,
I can begin to turn towards myself
with tenderness.
Loneliness creates these dark and dirty corners –
Under the stairs
We live there with the spiders
Hiding our wounded places

Scuttling insects
Fear the light

Being met here
Bringing light here
I see a lonely girl
who believed she was unloved, unloveable

Time travelling back
to sit with her now.