Across

I crumpled through the threshold,
Onto my knees and then to a ball on the floor.

Deep, convulsing breaths,
Too raw, even, to look around.

A warm hand touched my back,
I’m proud of you.

I felt a steady grip on my arm,
You are so strong.

Before I could even regulate my breathing,
Hands. Everywhere.

They pulled me to standing.
You are incredible.

Twenty-seven years into this life, and
The threshold, finally, took me home.