I wish I could cradle my pain like a child, whisper lullabies to soothe its restless soul. I wish I could lift it gently from my body, calm its rhythm with a hand pressed to its chest. If only I could speak to my pain, reassure it that we’re safe, that we’re okay. Then maybe the emptiness wouldn’t feel so vast. I wish she could rest outside my body, nestled close against my heart, Where I could truly see her, understand her. She’d feel safe, loved, never ignored or forgotten. If I could just hold my pain like that, maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much.