I Ache For You

I cry before he ever sheds a single tear. My heart aches at the mere thought of his breaking. I want to wrap my arms around his little body; ward off the possibility of hurt or disappointment penetrating this innocent child. Instinct tells me to fight for his survival. The only problem is I'm still that little girl. Still vulnerable and aching for the person that was never there. When I cry tears of sadness for my little boy, I selfishly hurt for myself. My heart breaks because it is happening all over again. My battle and his are one in the same.

Written on November 2nd, 2009.