I see you.
I can feel your bottled tears.
I see the child in you, who learned to swallow down their cries, grew up to be the adult who has swallowed down so much, they’re sick with bitterness.
I hope the all Merciful guides your soul to salvation. I hope the all Merciful teaches you to show mercy towards your own pains.
I hope you cry.
I hope you cry until your chest burns and your throat burns and your eyes burn.
I hope you cry until all your blisters burst and all your open wounds bleed and your heart gets swollen.
I wish you cathartic sobs and full body shakes.
I wish you would discover how pillows wet with tears sometimes invite the most blissful slumber.
I wish you wake up with swollen eye lids and a gentle sadness.
I wish you would finally allow your heart to break, because that’s the only way for it to open, to breathe.
I wish you light.
Maybe you’ll laugh genuinely for the first time in ages.
Maybe your passive aggressiveness will turn into child-like joy.
Maybe you’ll see why you were so afraid and burdened by your loneliness, why you were so afraid and burdened by the thought of facing yourself..and all this pain.
This gaping wound can, and will, swallow you whole.
But the only way out, my dear..is through.
In another realm, I would hold your hand. I would let you lean your heavy head on my shoulder, and kiss your teary cheek.
But instead, all I can do is wish and pray.
I wish you healing with all my heart.
