Gentle Thawing Poem by Reena Marie

Your silence speaks volumes, a language of pain,
Of winters survived, of weathered refrain,
I stand at the threshold of your guarded heart,
Knowing healing begins with the gentlest start.

Each layer of armor, each wall you've designed,
Tells stories of battles your spirit survived,
I'll wait in the softness between breath and sound,
Where trust is a whisper not yet found.

Like snow slowly melting beneath patient sun,
Your heart will unravel when healing's begun,
No rush in my presence, no pressure to speak,
Just space for your strength, however small and meek.

The trauma you carry is not a locked door,
But a delicate vessel with cracks at its core,
I'll sit with your silence, embrace every pause,
Respecting the rhythm of your healing's own laws.

Slowly, like petals unfurling with care,
Your words may emerge when you're ready to share,
No pushing, no pulling, just tender regard,
For the journey of trust through a landscape so scarred.

And when you are ready—if ever you are—
I'll listen like moonlight, both tender and far,
A witness to courage, to each trembling start,
As you learn to trust with your once-shattered heart.