The Brain is Never at Rest

6

I heard from a friend that you hated being compared to your father. While it is true that you have his hazel green eyes that seem to speak of a thousand words, his pointy nose and perfectly carved lips, his thick eyebrows that make people think you're hard to befriend - you are far from the person that he is.

I heard that when you were six, you had to watch him pack his things and leave you and your mother, who had been deeply wounded after being disappointed by a man who promised him forever. You hated that you had to look like him and remind her of the person she hated the most. You have to be sorry for being born looking like an angel to others but the demon who scarred the woman who carried you in her womb. You hated being complimented by people when you knew that at home you were an insult and a discouragement to the only family you had ever known.

But you're not him and will never be. I see that your soul has been beaten badly, and band-aids won't even heal nor cover up the bruises you've acquired while traversing this roller coaster hell of a ride. And yet everything you hate about you are some of the reasons that I can't stop thinking of you at night.

I hate how your past broke your wings and chained you down so you can never learn to fly. But your present and future will change if you just let me take your hand and take part in your ride-or-die decisions in your life. I am not here to heal you but to watch you learn and understand that you are not defined by the people who made you struggle so much to find your purpose in your life.