August 30, 2011

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Not only have you been my shoulders for me when I couldn’t bare the weight of the world anymore, you have been my ears when I could not hear from all the nonsense I was being told, you have been my chest when I thought mine couldn’t hold my heart anymore, you have been my extra arms when I felt I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, you have been my extra legs when I couldn’t move from the crippling arthritis of standing up too long. Watch me as I slept, protected me from the sins of the father, encouraged me to be a better me, shielded me from words that should have never met the ears. You have been my eyes when the tears I cried blocked them. You have been a replacement of fear and pushed to comfort. You have been music to my ears when I couldn’t hear the birds chirping. You have sheltered my heart from pain that should be left unknown. You have been my easement into transition, that knight and shining armor that you only find in the movies. From my eyes I see a sheep in sheep’s clothing, you flocked by my side so that I’d never be alone. Lost in this mess of dysfunction, you were the one who carried me home. I thank you for breathing for me when my lungs couldn’t work from all the intoxicating smoke and mirrors, thank you for being my stomach when I got punches to the gut, O yea that extra kidney you gave me when I got stabbed in the back, thank you for being my mind when I couldn’t think to even speak. I shed these tears of joy as I type these words, because the things you have to suffer that are not your own, the mess you have to carry when you could just walk away, the attitude you have to get because of someone else’s let down, the sacrifices you make just to see a smile on my face, and with all of that you still manage to make me laugh to keep yourself from crying, to make me smile when inside I know your dying, to make me feel loved when I know you need it too. The thought of knowing you wake up each day wanting to make my life the best it has ever been for that next second, minute, hour ….priceless.

Grateful original thinking *muah*

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