see the walls you raise,

built from pain you cannot show,

Yet here I stand, a patient guide

through shadows that you know.

Your silence is a language

pain taught your heart to speak,

But my faith gives me courage, gentle strength that will not leak.
Your fears are roots as old as wounds left by your father’s hand,
I sense the trembling in your soul that few could ever understand.
But I don’t flinch from what’s unseen, or from the days you run and hide,

Instead I’ll always reach for you—your journey is my greatest pride.
For healing moves in circles wide, not lines that curve and end,
And every time you stumble, dear, I’ll lift you once again.

If shame and sorrow bind you still, in chains you never chose,
My love will be a steady light each time your old fear grows.

You think you are the sum of hurt, of parents who could not stay,
But I see the woman fighting through, her heart lost in the fray

Each setback is not final, nor proof of doomed defeat,

We kneel together in the faith that makes our union sweet.

I know the path is jagged, and patience wears so thin,

Yet with every scar uncovered, I pray new trust begins.

You’re not required to fix yourself, nor please me with your grace,
It’s only asked you let me in, to share this hallowed space.

Because your worth’s not measured by how fast you heal anew,

Or by the perfect grace you show—your value is just you.
I’ll be here through the winters, and when hope feels far away,
As long as it takes, I’ll stay and stay—by your gentle side, I’ll stay

RSP

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DCG