Take My Hand

Take My Hand

I’ve watched you grow over these last two years. I’ve watched you struggle and triumph, fail and improve. I’ve even observed as you fell into pieces and built yourself back up, piece by piece. You are a stubborn creature. Always believing that you’re on your own, that no one else can help you with what your going through. In one of the most despicable circumstances possible for a young child, life forced you to grow up fast. 

You’re strong in more ways than just physical strength. The things you’ve endured are often too terrible for me to imagine, but everyone has a breaking point. I cried when you cried. I now see how vile I’ve been to you in these past two years, I only wish I could tell you this to your face. 

When you snap you lose control, it’s only natural after all. Withdrawing and irritation are only two of the obstacles you place, hoping that no one will be able to tear down those walls and get to the hurt places inside. I watched you through tragedy, breaking down the barriers one by one and getting back up time after time when you shut me down. It’s not your fault, I wish you would believe me when I say this. It’s anyone but your fault. In your head you see yourself as a evil and cruel being, regardless of what I say. Sometimes it becomes so serious that we stay apart for days on end. I wish I could help you, all I’ve been able to do is watch in silence as you grow and fall, hoping one day you’ll notice my outstretched hand.

Some days we might fall apart, we may even lose each other. But through everything life has and will throw at us I will always be by your side, my hand outstretched in waiting for the day when you will finally take my hand and let me walk with you.