By Monica C. Voskamp
You run your hands through my hair
And press a kiss upon my furrowed brow
You have faith to say, “It’s going to be okay, darling
The future is not any of your yesterdays.”
You have the courage to hold me close
Even as hot tears wet through your clothes
You don’t tell me to hide or be ashamed of me
Instead you trace trails of pain so lovingly.
You do what you now have the power to
And give me the chance to weep with you.
You come sit inside the deep black shadows
That have lined my soul for much too long.
You don’t excuse the darkness of humanity
You don’t dismiss the generations of wrong
Instead you reflect my pain in your eyes
You let me know I am heard and not alone.
I hear you whisper, “Look up and see,”
And I listen to your voice vulnerable.
“The future is bright, the future is ours
Don’t believe any of the lies you were told.”
My whole being sees, feels and knows
The way you are with me is destiny
And every day I spend being with you
I see the messy beautiful becoming whole.