Held Space

A poem

To write

In uncertainty

To say

I don’t have the answer,

You don’t see the question.

We don’t know the beginning, the end or the middle.

The feeling is yet to come

Although,

In the place of space

There is a warm embrace~

if You Enter

See the fear is not the unknown

But a fear of being dropped away from

All we have known.

The terror of being kept away from

All we’ve left to touch, yet to feel, yet to see, yet to be.

What if maybe what we’ve felt has lived its life and can never be killed even though it’s dead.

And what a blessing if that which is coming finds a home in us.

Because really,

Isn’t it great to have something to pull apart,

something to put together.

Something to hold and be held by?

Yes, even in the coldest separation,

Something stays.

So, No, I haven’t found a place where isolation only exists.

For in the darkest of spaces

There’s still connection.

Photo by Frank Eiffert on Unsplash

This poem was really written in real time of not knowing.
I really saw no path as I wrote — but as you see it almost asked to be moved through unknown space into whatever was waiting there.
What uncovered was a deeper fear beneath the unknown: the fear of being separated, dropped away from all that’s been known and felt and all that’s yet to be felt.

Then came a realisation of the profound gratitude of ever getting the chance to feel in the first place. This unraveled into a connection within the isolation, a sound within the silence, and a knowing within the unknown - so perhaps maybe the ‘empty’ we fear is the very thing that holds us together hence - ‘Held Space’.