Will anyone ever
see you with such precision
touch you so guilelessly
endure wordlessly your pain
howl at you with such fury
demand that you journey to the furthest edges of reason and sense, and bring back the rewards and hand them over

Will anyone ever
see your lightest brightest truth
forgive your most damning failures
and continue to inspire them daily
enrage you, exasperate you, exhaust your last reserves
then draw forth more hope and tenderness than you knew you had

Will anyone ever
invite you to become and become and become more and more and more
instill in you terrors of demons you never knew you feared
make you king, make you slave, make you real as a rock and ephemeral as a ghost

Will anyone ever
see you in your fullness
see you in your emptiness
like your first child?