I SEE YOU RISE UP

I see you there.

I see you standing alone, your heart in solitary confinement.

I see the longing in your eyes as people walk by in the plural while you wallow in the singular.

I see your hands reaching out, seeking a friendly grasp, returning empty, invisible.

I see the inward shuffling of your shoulders and your smile, because my eyes hold your emptiness in empathy.

I see you wanting to sink beneath the surface of this one-way mirror in anonymity and quiet.

I SEE YOU RISE UP

I see that tear.

I see the deep groove it carved on your soul as it fell, tracking through the dust of brokenness.

I see the splinters of rejection finding their way into the depths of your trust, sudden and sharp.

I see you press desperate fingers against that wound.

I see your heart crack slowly, because my heart cracks at the silent sound of your hurt.

I see you falter under the weight of being undervalued and undercut and underdogged.

I SEE YOU RISE UP

I see your trembling soul.

I see you wearing that heavy garment of fear.

I see the questions and the doubts piling up in your mind, choking the light and dispelling the hope and burying the truth under the lies.

I see you being pierced by that arrow, because my soul aches with the strain of your pain.

I see you falter and stumble and fall and wonder how you could have landed so very low.

I SEE YOU RISE UP

I see you.

I see you rise up.

I see you rise up because you were made to stand.

I see you rise up because that’s the only option from down.

I see you rise up because I look at you and I see the truth, which no loneliness or hurting or falling can ever unmake from being real.

Yes, it’s true.

I see you, and I see the strength of one who has walked alone and found joy.
And I see you, and I see the grace of one who has been hurt and yet healed others.
And I see you, and I see the triumph of one who has taken the blows and shaken the fears and defied the odds and triumphed anyway.

I SEE YOU RISE UP AND LIVE

© Emma McGeorge