Rise – Three

For the tears,
The words that pierced,
The hands that hurt,
The cuts that run
Skyscraper deep…
For the memories you keep
In a shell so far in your mind,
For the trauma…
For when it happened.
For every single time.
I pray.

Undignified,
Tears running from my eyes,
I pray.
As I search for more to possibly do,
I continue to pray.
That you’ll see the sun again one day.
That the wounds, so evident, one day fade.
That your smile will be full
And your joy – even fuller.
That any trigger will, one day, leave no effect.
That the love you receive will be without defect.
I pray.
That you be whole again.
I pray.