a book on the shelf…

I finished your book today.

There are so many things I’d like to say.

Your story captured my heart

as I read through the grief.

There was a thread of belief

woven through every page,

bringing a strange, shared relief.

I could feel the vulnerability

as you opened yourself

to the language of healing—

to deal, to reveal,

to let people into the reel.

Page after page,

I found gold

in the stories you told.

Tears flowed.

I was suddenly lost

in the ebb and flow

of your pain and your freedom.

I stood there,

drenched in my own tears,

face to face with emotions

I didn’t know were still living in me.

The words before me—

honest pain,

costly freedom,

oceans of mercy and grace—

rewoke the steps I’ve chosen to take.

Your book was not just a story.

It was a mirror,

a doorway,

an altar.

Thank you

for letting me peek into

the things you’ve faced.

Thank you

for the inspiration,

for the courage it took

to put your heart on a shelf

where others could reach it

and find their own.