Someone whose stare cuts into my soul -
Not just the pieces I want to show,
But the broken,
Sad,
Terrorizing,
Dark and desolate bits.
The fragments of hopes and dreams,
The shards of broken hearts,
The clawing ache of relationships
Turned sour,
Severed
Marred by grief and pain.
The twisted splinters
Of depression
And mourning
And jarring anxiety.
Someone who sees the stark truth
Of the darkness within
And can say
I see you,
I stand witness to the scars you bear,
I stand witness to the endless grief in your soul,
I see it,
I see you,
And I am unafraid.
I see the vengeance and torture and unyielding burden,
The unending battle,
The onslaught of terror and anguish,
I see all of these -
And I stand in silent witness,
And I know the war you fight
Is ageless
And I know the crushing weight
Of the afflictions of your soul.
I see yourstrife
Andthe cost of these chains.
I have seen your darkness
And I am unafraid.
I have seen the mangled remains of light and hope
Within you
And I stand witness to your strength.
I have seen the desolation and dire weaknesses
Of your heart
And I witness the ferocity of your will to survive.
Someone whose eyes pierce my deepest pain
With eyes wide open
And says I see you
And I understand
And you will survive this.
