Even if no one ever touched you
with the tenderness you needed,
believe that the world’s been
holding you in its arms since
the day you were born. You are
not an accident or afterthought.
Let rain on the roof remind you.
Let sun on the skin, and the neon-
orange of the Mexican sunflower
at which a hummingbird pauses
to drink. There are so many ways
to hold and be held, and you
could spend your whole life
tallying them up, without ever
reaching the end of the list.
—James Crews
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