reminders.
these are more than just souvenirs of painful moments. they're indicative of all the parts of myself that i cannot escape. they are a reminder that with me comes such awful things. and maybe a few good ones. my mother told me 'they give you character.' maybe one day they will. as much as i want to give you only great things, i can't. i hope you will be patient with me. and i hope you can look past my "scars."
you woke me in the morning to say "he is risen!" and i replied with a smile "he is risen indeed." and somehow you always leave the room, alive with truth and beauty - and carry yourself like you know that it's all just a matter of time. i said, "but maybe I'm too far down this time." "too proud to hope - to weak to climb." but you just pierce me through with eyes, that know i'm not (and i can); and carry yourself like you're sure of it: that the stitches dissolve, and the wounds all heal in time. i only hope someday i might resemble you in even the smallest way; i only hope that you can be proud of me.