Everything

I want you to have it all.

There are histories written in the cracks.
Places where I was dropped
and gathered myself again.
The scarred and the shining pieces
all live in the same heart.

I give you my softness,
the part I sometimes mistake for weakness.
And the iron threaded through it,
the will that holds its ground
because it has learned to survive.

I give you my questions, my doubts,
and the faith that outlives them.
My longing.
My becoming.
The parts still learning
how to trust.

Everything.

I lay all of it,
carefully
in your hands.