Sometimes, it won’t be me who sees you, but a kid lost in the ruins of a childhood. Sometimes I won’t look at you, but through you—and you’ll be the facade of all my fears.
At times, your smile will open wounds so wide, we’ll both be swallowed. At times, my love will shrivel into want, and my want crumble into need.
There will be days that sink down a me-shaped hole. Days when we know our love only by the pain its absence brings.
On days like these, don’t pass the cup. Don’t spare your eyes. What needs healing first needs seeing. Be my eyes when I go blind, and show me to myself.
May we both be seen and seeing,
Simeon
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
— Rumi (attributed)
Suggested Reading
The Drama of the Gifted Child: The Search for the True Self by Alice Miller
This is one of the books that has most impacted my self-understanding. Alice Miller explores how early emotional wounds shape the adult self, often invisibly directing our perceptions and relationships. What we take to be love may conceal unmet needs; what we see in others may reflect what we have not yet faced within ourselves…
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--such power in this whispered plea-of-a-poem's raw recognition of one's own heart's darker currents, Simeon. It's wonderful.