Every time I close my eyes, I see them.
Their tiny faces are always at the front of my mind…
Their tiny faces appear every time I stare off into the distance as I sit at a red light, or when I close my eyes because the sadness feels so heavy, or when I search for answers to their questions, and the healing for their pain.
It feels like I am carrying their pain around on my back in the wilderness as I search for answers.
The world expects them to be whole.
The world is trying to force them into molds that suffocate them.
They want to be accepted and loved for who they are right now, in the midst of trudging through their storm.
They don’t understand why the world can’t see the loud, destructive storm that is tearing them apart inside.
It is so clear to them, and to those who love them, so why isn’t it clear to the ones who need to see it?
If their tiny hearts could speak I think they would yell, “CAN YOU MEET ME HERE, RIGHT WHERE I AM? THIS IS THE ONLY PLACE I AM ABLE TO BE… THE ONLY PLACE I CAN BREATHE.”
I knew it would be a difficult task.
I knew I’d feel their pain.
I did not know how often I’d see their tiny faces appear, and how heavy their pain would be.
All I can do is love them, meet them where they need me to meet them, and pray quietly to myself every time I see their tiny faces appear.