She...

She burst into the room I call my home, scaling the walls that long enclosed and encased me in frigid, lonely misery

and headed straight for my heart

She made her way through the masses and passes of those who had left their mark on me,

Leaving me wary, and scarred and weak

and mute and meek.

With pronounced care, she stripped me bare

of the tangled web life had weaved to enslave my future to a past I could not leave behind

She wiped away the cobwebs and dust from around a heart fallen into disrepair

from lack of care…

She opened my eyes and let me see beyond looking

at the possibilities…beyond the supposed futilities of my being.

She saw through the prose and recognized my cons

for the false bravado that they were

And finally

She looked at me

Upon me

Into me

Through me

Considered the strength of my weakness

My seemingly hope-less existence and circles of nothingness

And she looked at me

At all that I had lost

And at all that I had let fall behind in my grief

At my unyielding embrace of rain and pain and torment and the list of my laments

And she said my name

Somehow, she knew my name…who I was…who I was meant to be…

Who I yearned to be…

and who I became.

She knew my name.

She knew the name in my battered, weary soul

The name unknown to the cynical front that preceded my every moment and waking breath.

She found my name in the midst of the rubble that was me…my life…my dreams

And she stretched out her hands…showing me the scars she lived with.

The calluses she’d grown to survive the harsh seasons of life

I’m not perfect too, she said

See my bruises…faded, but still there as a reminder of what I have endured and made it through

These are not signs of pain…but signs of victory

For I am still here

Walk with me a while…let me help you find your smile

Let me help you remember that song,

that one whose tune you know, but the words you’ve forgotten.

Let me show you the paths I walked and each stop I made along the way

Let me show you

Let me help you

…find you….