You Are Loved
breathe it and believe it
This world is grief. This heart is broken by it. These clawed fingers, like these clenched teeth, ache from fighting against the news that tries to consume me each day.
Yet there is laughter. There is a glad voice on the other end of the line. There is a saved voicemail from a friend who is no longer with us, but here in spirit.
There is love. It is you. And it is me.
Through the sometimes nauseatingly mundane acts of simply existing, and the definitely nauseating facts that so much injustice continues to take root and thrive by evil-doers each day, let this be a reminder that your heart is yearned for by other hearts. Your voice is yearned for by other ears. Your laughter is missed when it’s left the room. Your presence is required.
Breathe into the fact that you are loved. Exhale any doubt that prevents you from believing it. If you don’t have a friend nearby to embrace, take your own strong arms and wrap them around yourself. Right now. Do it. Breathing in that you are loved. Breathing out anything that gets in the way of that abundant fact.
It is always here for you. Like a saved voicemail from a friend. You may not be able to see it, but you can call upon it anytime you need. Wrap yourself up in it. Breathe it. Believe it.
And be.