Little one:
I wish I were there to hold your hand, for you to look into
my eyes and know everything will be okay....you are so very brave, even when
you feel there is no hope... you go on, you survive. I want you to know you did nothing wrong, not ever... you did just what you had to do
to go on, to survive.
I want you to know good things are coming. That the world waits for you, that beyond
this horror show of childhood you've had to endure is a beautiful life, just
waiting for you to reach it.
Please hear me: you did nothing wrong. You came into this world a being of light
and love, and no amount of darkness and torture could possibly touch that. They tried, over and over to break you, to break us.... and you never gave up and you never gave in, you will grow up to be a woman still filled with light and love.
They will not win, they didn't win.
When things got dark and seemed impossible you became a tiny
warrior, you did everything and anything you could to not lose your love, to not
hurt anyone, to keep going.. despite the insanity and cruelty around you.
I need you to know that it's not your fault, that nothing
they did was your fault, that you did only what you had to survive. I know you hold enormous guilt for the
things you were forced to do, but you are only a child, too little to fight
them... and if you had fought them, you wouldn't have survived... we wouldn't
be grown now, we wouldn't be having a life, we wouldn't be having the sweet
moments of joy we get glimpses of now.
Sweet girl, I know you think you should have died, that you
don't deserve to live, that the others - the ones that didn't survive should be
here and not you....but the Universe makes no mistakes, you do deserve to
live.. you deserve all good things, and when you grow up you will do your best
to help others in every moment, you will love all beings, you will be proof
that love and light cannot be killed, that no matter where you come from you
can be a light in the world.
I am so grateful to you, for every moment you lived, for
every memory you held onto until we were strong enough to work through
them....for the years you were strong and steadfast and a warrior and no matter
what they did to you, with you..... you did not let them snuff you out, snuff
us out, because here we are, and they are dead and gone. Thank you, for showing me what being a warrior is, what being a survivor is, for giving us the chance to have this beautiful life... I promise we will cherish every sweet moment, that we will finish this sorting of memories, and then we will play.. we will dance and sing, we will run on the beach with the wind in our hair, we will laugh too loud and dance in the rain.... we will play and do all the things we longed for when we were little.
Come, take my hand sweet girl, know your job is done, you can
rest now, and just be happy to be alive, I will do the hard work now, I
will finish the warrior work, and soon we will be free of it all, we will be
joyful and savor every moment of this sweet life.
Come little one, take my hand, let me hold you, let me rock
you and make you feel safe, the work is mine now, rest, and know I love you.
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