For those that have experience with C-PTSD, you might relate to this piece in a way that’s different than those who do not. With that said, regardless of what brought you here to read it, I trust it will speak to you in whatever way it is meant to.
Much Love,
Ronda
I found you there in the midst of the dark
I wasn’t sure if I should be quiet or talk
Your face was so sweet, so gentle, so kind
It was almost as if I was looking back at mine
Your tailored dress, curly hair, speckles of freckles, a stare and a glare
You were lost in a world of structural diffusion
And I was right there with you in a world of confusion
You were my lifeline, though I didn’t yet know it
I was your lifeline, though I didn’t yet know it
You spoke truth for so many years, in so many ways
Though you were locked away, so the price we paid
Until one day, your strength broke through
And I had no choice but to sit with you
I finally heard you; I saw it all
And I witnessed you grow up as I let down my wall
We are lost no more, a beautiful recall
Our season is finally here – Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall
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