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I wish I could tell her that her worth was more than the content of wallets
And that her presence, alone was enough for all of us to admire.
I wish I could tell her that the pain she felt inside was nothing but life’s blessings
And that the heart itself is a selfless creature who only wishes for her brain to understand.
I wish I could explain that the tears she is accustomed to are her dearest friends
And that the feelings of agony are just the softened blows of life saying “I love you”.
I wish she knew these things…

Instead…
I watch as she closes her eyes and lingers in the dark, cradling her knees like a frightened child
She rocks back and forth and watches her past approach her with a hand and a smile
& with curiosity, she takes the past’s hands and together they stumble onto a familiar path
A path filled with the beauty of roses and the thorns that brush against them in a burning wrath
And with each step she takes, she holds onto the past’s hands more tightly hoping to cure the pain
But the pain gets deeper and stronger the further they travel life’s terrain
“You have to let me go,” the past explains, “That’s the only way you’ll make it to where you want to be”!
“I can’t let you go”, she responds, “Don’t you see you are a part of me”?
And with blood, sweat, and tears she and the past make it to the end of the path with nowhere to go
“Which way is it” she asks the past, receiving a shrug as an answer, “I do not know –“
“—I can’t go any further with you; I am to be left behind, my path ends here,
Although I am out of sight know that my presence will never truly disappear,
I am to teach you lessons and to remind you of paths you have once taken
For some paths in life will be granted while others will be forsaken,
You have a choice, to continue on with me and forever linger in your darkened tomorrows
But I can promise you now, the only feeling you will have here will only be unpleasant sorrows”..

And with that, she let the past’s hands go and continued with the residing aching pain
But she understands now that this is all part of traveling life’s terrain…

I wish I could tell her that her worth was more than the content of wallets
And that her presence, alone was enough for all of us to admire.
I wish I could tell her that the pain she felt inside was nothing but life’s blessings
And that the heart itself is a selfless creature who only wishes for her brain to understand.
I wish I could explain that the tears she is accustomed to are her dearest friends
And that the feelings of agony are just the softened blows of life saying “I love you”.
I wish she knew these things…

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