Maybe it’s not all of you, but I see a lot of you, more of you than you purpose to give. The joy, the smiles, the depth.
I see the fire, the zeal, the intellect, the wisdom, the hustle, the grind, the power of your will.
I see how you knock down walls, how you breathe, and work life into every bone and skeleton that’s been thrown at you.
I see the rising out of ash and up from grass, causing the envious to live in teeth gnashing because they can’t put a finger to the force that’s you.
I see the passion, the drive that makes you want to plant, to saw, and I see the energy that goes into doing things for every single person in your big little universe; how you fight for causes, how you trek up and down mountains into valleys for children, vulnerable mothers, desperate grand parents, hopeless families, even when no one sees your sweat or simply blatantly ignore it, stiffle it, ….its like they say; ‘you my dear are a gallon-full and they can’t stomach it because they can only accommodate a pint’.
I see you, Mama Bear. I see you give everything to the fruit of your womb because to you, that’s your heart treading the earth surface. You could go to the moon and back, through hell and up to heaven, to bring this your walking heart all the world’s little pleasure and if you had heaven you could give it too.
I see you self heal and self soothe. I see you smile through the storm, laugh thunderously, dance in the rain, and all the while still being so graceful and classy.
I see all this and more… more because what I can’t put to words is your very essence.
I see you.
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