What I Hold

I was asked long ago in confusion and self doubt:

What do I know about myself? Just one thing that I know deeply, without question. Silence ensued. I had nothing. 

I know the answer now:

I can hold love. I know how to. I have done it before. I have carved out spaces within myself for others to exist. But for me, there’s pain whispering a subtle reminder begging the question:

You are here, within me but where am I within you? Within anyone at all?

I seek that space in others with desperation. It’s what gives the stuffed animals and framed pictures meaning. But the worst pain comes when we realize we don’t even hold it for ourselves.

So to answer the question, while I might not know anything about myself, really anything at all… I do know this:
I can do more than just express love. I can hollow out a space so I may hold you tight within me. 
I can do that for you.

Maybe not for myself,
just yet

But I can do it for you.