Stand

My hand gently

placed on 

a cold

wall

was the calming

I needed when

I was

barely 

hanging on. 

I would 

listen to 

my heartbeat

to remind

myself I 

was indeed 

alive.

I would cry

so gut 

wrenching

no 

sound 

would 

come out. 

But not 

now.

I found

something.

I found 

my breathe

my center.

So now

I take my

bare feet

and walk

on a cold 

floor,

to calm 

myself. 

I no longer

need to 

lean into

the world.

I just 

need to 

stand.

Stand for 

me.