I SEE YOU

I feel your pain, the pain that came with knowing and seeing and finding out all you did . . . more than you were ever meant to know. More than many in your shoes ever know. I feel your tears as they slide slowly down your face and sting your cheeks at the thought of your life not going the way you planned, the way you imagined. I feel your pain as you tried to fight for him but he didn’t fight for you. Even though he was with you, he only pretended. He didn’t care. I feel your pain.

I taste the sour vomit of your disgust. Disgust at yourself. Shame at yourself. The bitter aftertaste of betrayal nauseates you and sits on your stomach like acid. Weighted and heavy. That bastard. That coward. That leech. That thief. I want to vomit with you.

But I see you now, thriving and striving and doing your thing. Showing up and showing off with a big ole smile even when you don’t want to smile. I see you hoping and dreaming and climbing the ladder back up from the pit you were tossed in. You thought you were forgotten, that you were lost. You thought you couldn’t rise and climb anymore. But I see you.

I hear you laughing heartily and lovely at the new life you’re carving for yourself after you slammed into the massive roadblock that was him. I hear your hopeful thoughts screaming so loudly and clearly across the universe. I hear you picking up the pieces of your shattered soul . . . gluing them back together. Stronger than ever. I hear you.

I smell your spirit as you soar high above the travesty that was done to you. I feel your heart, whole again, beating to the drum of your new course, your new plan, your new dreams and hopes and visions. I feel your warmth as you illuminate the room with your bright soul. I watch you. I feel you.

I see you with your head held high. I see you piecing yourself together and stitching new memories and good times into the holes that were left in your soul. I see you revamping and revising your life. I see you. I hear you. I feel you. I’m with you. I. Am. You.