Tides of the Enigma

Mom,

you are the Heather

that has weathered,

so many storms.

Your love has kept me warm

since the day I was born

and my colored spirit would be

a gray hue without you.

You said I love you

in more than mere words,

but in mud pies and mudslides

and Calico ghost towns;

you imparted your zeal

for adventure

for life

that you thought long sacrificed,

was really just spread out

upon us.

I hope you know that

you are still a star in my night sky,

casting brilliant and brightly from afar;

I hope you know that

I love you with all my heart,

and it tears me apart

to know you don’t see yourself

with the same loving, forgiving eyes

which have tenderly gazed upon me,

in my wretched brokenness.

Let “I Love You”

be your battle cry

when you see yourself in the mirror,

and cast off the spirit of fear

you’ve been blanketed under;

Look at thee as you see me,

for you are deserving and worthy

of the things you seek in this life and

completely capable of overcoming strife.

Don’t settle for less than

the good you think you’re

undeserving of; for you

are fearfully and wonderfully made –

and I want nothing less than that

for you.