“If you can make it through the night, there’s a brighter day.” - Tupac Shakur
I see your tears crawling silently on the stairs of fear, alone no one is near but your cries are heard young child. Emotion black & blue from the punches of their laughs/the commotion inside your mind baring scars from the lacerations of loneliness you feel -- searching but finding no way to deal with the internal pain that throws you up against the wall of difference and trips you onto the curb of your own self-expression.
I feel your heart calling out for someone to grab your fall; someone just to see that you are someone other than the names they call you and you are someone other than the shouts of abuse that has you afraid to step out into a harsh world and someone who sees that you are someone other than the echoes of humiliation that threaten to tear down the walls of your mental stability; you just need someone to show you that
within you there is an ability to escape and fight back with the force of just being you. Young child let your individuality shine because every inch of your soul is someone proud and fine. Walk strong because no matter how hard the world kicks you your bones will not bruise. You will not limp because your mind will not fracture through their attempts to try dislocating your sense of self. There is always a better day waiting to show you that you will be okay and I know now your nights are long as it is your fear that tomorrow will be cruel but just remember you are filled with worth and a voice