The Right Questions
A poem about the power of honesty.
When you ask me questions
that unlock the secrets that
I didn’t know that I needed
to heal from, I shrug.
But inside my heart opens
just a little more.
For, this is the kind of thing
that cements and gives shape
to us.
The little things that you do
to observe, to question, and
to see into the things that
unwrap me without assumptions
about the fact that you already
know me.
That’s the kind of thing that
makes me stay in this moment
with you even when it gets hard.
So when all my discomfort at
being seen because my vulnerability
piles up sky high, that’s when you
know that you are probably doing
something right.
