Whispers filled the room like waves of hate.
Never eye contact, always harsh gazes that lasted seconds and followed by whispers.
They never understood what it was. Why were they excluded and never invited to the table?
Before ever opening their mouth, the minds of others were always filled with preconceived notions.
Often, they were greeted with a series of phrases, one or the other.
A mispronunciation of their name.
A name that they only have.
A preconceived idea of what type of person they were.
There was always only them.
And then there was you.
You took the time to give them a safe space.
A safe space to grow,
A safe space to let their flickering light become a resilient flame.
You saw them, heard them.
Hours turned into days, days into weeks.
Weeks into months. Months into years.
You stayed.
You stayed, and their wounds of yesterday always resurfaced.
Cutting deep into you. Eating away at your being.
You were their outlet for their healing.
Unhealthy, unhealthy, co-dependent.
It couldn't be helped. It never could.
Whispers filled the room like waves of hate.
Never eye contact, always harsh gazes that lasted seconds and followed by whispers.
You never understood what it was. Why it was. You were excluded and never invited to the table.
Before ever opening their mouth, the minds of others were always filled with preconceived notions.
They saw the weight of pain on your shoulders.
And didn't know how to help.
You carried it like your heart on your sleeve.
Vulnerable. Hurting. Lost. Alone.
When does it end?
Never eye contact, always harsh gazes that lasted seconds and followed by whispers.
They never understood what it was. Why were they excluded and never invited to the table?
Before ever opening their mouth, the minds of others were always filled with preconceived notions.
Often, they were greeted with a series of phrases, one or the other.
A mispronunciation of their name.
A name that they only have.
A preconceived idea of what type of person they were.
There was always only them.
And then there was you.
You took the time to give them a safe space.
A safe space to grow,
A safe space to let their flickering light become a resilient flame.
You saw them, heard them.
Hours turned into days, days into weeks.
Weeks into months. Months into years.
You stayed.
You stayed, and their wounds of yesterday always resurfaced.
Cutting deep into you. Eating away at your being.
You were their outlet for their healing.
Unhealthy, unhealthy, co-dependent.
It couldn't be helped. It never could.
Whispers filled the room like waves of hate.
Never eye contact, always harsh gazes that lasted seconds and followed by whispers.
You never understood what it was. Why it was. You were excluded and never invited to the table.
Before ever opening their mouth, the minds of others were always filled with preconceived notions.
They saw the weight of pain on your shoulders.
And didn't know how to help.
You carried it like your heart on your sleeve.
Vulnerable. Hurting. Lost. Alone.
When does it end?