The clouds are broken today.
The cracks in the wall seem deeper than ever,
As I stare and stare at the yellowing plaster
Peeling off in the corners,
As I run my nails back and forth in the marble floor
Drowning myself in the menacing noise it makes,
I remember your gentle eyes
And your high-pitched laugh,
The pain in your soul
That you had learned to hide so well.
I remember the warm hugs
And the comfort of your arms.
I remember the bad days and the worse ones,
The days you were lower than I had ever known.
You showed me what rock bottom looked like,
And it wasn’t pretty.
It wasn’t a pit you could crawl out of.
It was a dark, dark place, with ugly raw wounds
And tears and unimaginable pain.
With the yellowing plaster
And the cracks in the walls
And the noise of my nails against marble,
For the first time,
I can see why you stayed there for so long.