I can’t move mountains
but I can help you climb
don’t look up at the top
it looks unreachable
and far away
don’t look down at the bottom
where you once laid broken
and bruised
look right above your hand
grip onto that jagged rock
and hold tight
I can help you lift your foot
and hold it steady
while you take a deep breath
press down and rise up
a few inches 

the slow climb is progress
when you are held
and supported 
by someone who understands
I have been where you are
I have suffered those bruises
and doubts
believing I should crumble
and just stay there in the wreckage
of the rocky and lonely floor
I gathered my strength and rose to stand
I am still climbing my own
formidable mountain
whose summit is hidden by clouds
but I know I am closer
with each passing day

you are healing
and you are fierce
authentic and wise
dig deep through that internal noise
and take hold of your truth
the top of the mountain
will continue to call
in a faraway distant voice
but know that it is the climb
and each small step up
that teaches you
who you truly are
beautiful
strong
and
worthy