Freedom, Love & Devotion
Yet another year.
I have nothing to explain.
I have nothing to prove.
I stand tall.
I hold my chin up.
This is my freedom.
It looks like this.
I love.
But not always.
It's hard to love sacrifice and loss.
When it's over and my feet ache, my soul is drained, my fingers search as they tuck under my pillow. My eyes burn from the sad air.
I arrive home to a gleaming smile, to a man I love with all I know.
I arrive to a young mind whose small feet and round hands are owned by something larger than life. His hands wrap around my own and say "your hands are my hands mama." And I remember, I do love you sacrifice, I love you for what you give in return. This is my love.
Fill my insides with gratitude and truth.
I will give you my devotion.
Having someone confide in you when they have trusted no one else in 30 years.
A patient that gives me hope and a smile when I just had to share life-changing news with them.
Seeing parents hold their newborn for the first time, beaming with love and awe.
Hearing from a teenager who was homeless until 3 months ago say to you "I want to do what you do when I grow-up." My trade is my devotion.
This is who I am.
I stand tall.
I hold my chin up.
