I hear the thunder of your heart breaking as clear as the tolling of a bell. I know the fathomless depths of the ocean of forevermore tears you have shed. I see the dark crimson stain of the bitter blood you have wept.

And I see the beauty which blossoms so vibrantly within you still.

I hear the cacophonous silence of your grief gone not screamed. I know the wildfire which rages upon the sacred plains of your soul. I see the wounds you bear not only without but within.

I see your hurt. I see your pain.

And I see how vividly you shine and bloom in spite of it all. They could not steal everything away from you.

I can see you. I can hear you. I know you. And I love you.

It’s true. I do.

If only mine was the recognition which mattered. If only mine was the attention which counted. If only mine was the care you needed.

If only mine was the love you wanted. The love which could set you free.

 

Me