A Mother's Secret
I know you think this is just for you. It is. I saw you in so many bodies today. So many eyes and faces, but the same scars on your arms. You ignored them or defied them or rubbed at them, ashamed… and my heart cracked open so these words could come out.
I wish I could wrap each one in a ribbon that says, “I love you. You are perfect.” I wish I could touch along the smoothness of your skin, stopping at each rough welt, so they know mercy. I wish I could forgive each injury and heal it, replacing the mark with knowledge it was just a step on your path and there is light at the end. I am a mother. And no matter your age, you are someone’s child and deserve to know you are safe.
You may not know this, but a mother’s heart beats in time to a fear that her child will someday fight a battle that cannot be won. I will fly screaming into any savage war for you, but the one that freezes me is the one I can’t reach inside of you. That one is yours and you will come home with your shield or on it.
I will not pity you. I will not fear you. But I see you and my heart cracks. You are loved. I cannot save you, but I will hope…. when you can’t.