I sit here on my knees
with my arms wrapped around me
holding on tight
not letting go
to the pull of your hands
my head hung low
with my eyes shut tight
my chin begins to quiver
the first tear begins to fall
and I fight hard for no more
you whisper in my ear
it’s ok to cry do not hold back
the second one starts to fall
and you tell me again
it’s ok to cry do not fight
they start to stream down my face
as I try with my might
to hold them all back
to bottle them up
for I don’t want you to see
you sit in front of me
you wipe those tears
and remind me that it’s ok
I look up and I see you there
“I am broken”
“You are just fine”
“You see that I have broke”
“You are a good girl
and you are not broke
you are healing and growing
but, you are not broke”
as I continue to cry
I let those words sink in
I am not broke
I am healing
I am growing
I am becoming a better person
Thank You
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