You are still seen,
never obscured from my view,
our view.
I know the pain is real,
I’ve felt it,
I feel it,
never going away.
You are sealing yourself away,
no light can penetrate your walls,
the sphere of your hurt,
whorling like a black hole,
but nothing gets in and nothing gets out.
Your eyes rolling inwards,
alone in the dark,
people want to help,
struggle to help,
no one else is leaving,
not yet.
This vortex at your core,
it is open but narrow,
it needs to be stretched,
broken open,
then filled with yourself.
We must create space,
room away from the torture,
flares arcing over the horizon,
erupting from the vacuum.
Your universe is you,
it never went away,
it just collapsed on itself,
trauma reeled you in.