The season here is rest and space made for all still held within,
painful grace - child your safe - but every ounce of it must go.

I'm right here, where I've always been - you'll know which sand bag where and when.  
You are just fine!  Do not forget not by your strength child - all mine.   
You keep your peace I left to use - and with it fan your flames
day and night, it won't make sense, you trust me all the same.

Courage will keep coming - do not doubt and do not fear. 
My life lost for yours right here, giving soft love for hard heart living.
Antidote! Child Grab Hold - then don't dare bury one gifted thing.
Invest, express, be a Josephine!  My speech d'vine, so yours too!  

I surrendered my grave,
will you?