Who am I to you

Who am I to you … my guest in the room.

I am the mirror for you to look into,
I am the seat which upon you can rest
I will hold space and compassion around you
While you put your parts and perceptions to test.

I will poke you and move you to discomfort
I will offer you filters of change
I will never look down or up to you
I’ll simple watch as your life you rearrange

I’ll be present , I’ll see you and hear you
I’ll bear witness to all of your parts
I’ll see possibility and a sense of achievement
And wish you well in my deep heart of hearts

Come sit with me

When trauma hangs around