You saw me

This week it feels appropriate to share a poem I wrote a while back...

Sometimes I feel like I am not really seen by the people around me. Sometimes I don't want to be seen. Sometimes I do, but then doubt that what might be seen will be accepted. Hiding is easier. Honest relationships are hard.

Sometimes I am glad that there is someone who always sees me. And is the truth.

You saw me
unformed in my mother’s womb,
a pure bundle of possibilities.

You saw me
lying naked and exposed
in a world beyond my understanding.

You saw me
run with faltering steps,
speeding unprepared into confusion’s abyss.

You saw me
standing tall while flailing inside,
drowning in the silent fear of failure.

You saw me
broken.
torn open.
until with dawning truth

I saw you
gently walk with unfailing clarity
to cover my misshapen perceptions
and re-form me.