CATHEDRAL

Hold me tight when I gamble with my life again.

Teach me to trust.

Be my pillar when I tremble under the weight of emotional shutdown.

Your grip as strong as your promise not to let me fall.

And when my breath turns uneven, steady it with yours.

When fear curls inside my chest, stay close enough that I can anchor to your warmth instead of the panic.

Let your presence be my sacred space — the quiet place where my body remembers it’s safe.

I don’t need you to fix me, just hold me through the moments when I forget how to stay calm.

Be the stillness I lean into, the gentle pressure that tells my heart it doesn’t have to run, the touch that brings me back to myself.

And if I must fall apart to come alive again — then let the breaking happen on holy ground, in hands that know how to hold without letting go.