i want to tell her to remember.
to remember that even when life feels so very hard
there is joy to be found.
i want to gently coax her back into the living
by reminding her that tears before rising
are not the way the story has to end.
i want her to retrain her eyes to see beauty
i want to comfort her and wrap my arms around her
and whisper sweet nothings to her.
i want to blanket her with so much love.
i want to tell her that this is only a part of her story.
and it is a worthy part. an important part,
that deserves time and attention
but only a part.
there is so much more to her
than her broken parts.